Empty Glass. like my heart. throw it at the wall watch it shatter apart. As i stomp on the pieces watch what it does so far.
my footprints the color red, id rather have blood than tears to shed but instead its all in my head can't cut it out. theres nothing to be bled.
empty glass won't cause my death.
instead its all in my head.
(nonsense mumbo jumbo with no lighter its no fun though.
were on the same altitude as a flying saucer.way above the supreme imposter.listing thoughts of wave patterns. real glass shatters when it breaks. it doesn't matter what you take but what you make to not be fake. instant mortal thoughts are put upon a never ending plague.
when your happiness is vague.
you never seem intrigued
you never feel unique
and any word you speak seems to be at its final peak.
your depressed...)