You’re all broken.

Look at you,
Whining all over, unable to change your mind, being a spoilt kid, never stopping to think that maybe we don’t want to listen.

Look at you,
Broken by the cogs of fate, blaming yourself for everything, not being able to awake.

Look at you,
Starting a phase everyone of us has to go through, and starting to realise how it mechanizes us and the functionality of our brains and the productivity of our wisdom.

Look at you,
Not having a care in this world, not caring about us, not caring about me. Not a care about me at all.

Look at you,
Drunk. Drunk all the time. Even if you are sober in a present manifest, you are drunk in perception. Your are so drunk your perception has gone down the drain. Wake up, quickly. God is waiting for you. He will always be waiting for you.

Look at you, and us.
We’ve lost all inspiration. We’ve lost all fire. The only think we didn’t lose is our pride, and we still get breaths around the gossip propagation the eludes the main body. There is only pride. There is no more. We are no more.

Look at you,
You’re going all over the place. All over the place not knowing what you want to do. Coming back. going back. You’re causing her to cry. She has never stopped crying. Inside. she’s screaming. She’s always been screaming.

Look at me.
I’m all broken.

Whining all over, unable to change my mind. Being a spoilt kid and never stopping to think that maybe you don’t want to listen. I’ve been blaming myself for everything. I don’t think I’ve forgiven myself.
I’m starting a phase everyone of us has to go through, and I’m starting to realise how it mechanizes us and the functionality of our brains and the productivity of our wisdom. And I’m not giving a damn: not caring about my actions, not caring about you. Not a care about you at all.
I’ve been drunk. Drunk all the time. If sober in presence, then drunk in perception. God is waiting for me. He will always be waiting for me.
I’ve lost all inspiration. I’ve lost all flame. The only think I didn’t lose is my pride, but there is only pride. There is no more than that.
More than everything, I’m all over the place. Doing whatever the hell I want, whenever the hell I want. Not giving a shit about the consequences or effect I’m having on anything. I’m causing her to cry. She has never stopped crying inside. she’s screaming. She’s always been screaming.