I wish I could tell you it wasn’t all for nothing.
One day, you’ll no longer have a care in the world and realise that stressing was nothing more than wasted energy.
One day there will be a time with no one left who remembers a life without technology.
What if each drop of rain wasn’t a drop of rain
What if they were tears
Would you even notice
Did I die inside?
If you’ve had the same door open, you’ll know what it means, what that feeling is.
The dystopian indifference, empathy that was never there for you, grief.
You changed and there was no getting over it, not really.
You might wear a new mask, one with a smile, you may even try to be there for people, to help, save them from themselves and their, our shallow existence, yet you know it doesn’t matter because you died inside a long time ago.
Well, shit. I didn’t see that one coming.
If she leans any further forwards across the table her head will be in his lap
And they say public romance is dead.
Most people say a bird
To fly, be free, to go anywhere would be their dream
Of course they can do this already as a human, they just don’t
People like the idea of freedom more than the reality
Secretly we like our gilded cages
Our routine life
Well, everyone except Vegans, they’d probably want to come back as a plant or some shit.