it seems these wrists are made of concrete
does this make sense
or should I repeat myself again?
a little more clearly
all this time I have wasted
making up a reality
you'd think I'd get it by now
you think it would sink in somehow
just waiting for anything at all to come along
rea**uring the faults of what I've done
I don't like my smile
seems that everything around me is growing fast
accepting is the hardest part
patches of purple and yellow and my watery eyes