I can’t begin to move
or begin to explain why these things affect my mood.
But then again, it seems like everyone is just as fucked as me
as if everyone was just as fucked as me.
So frail
rip the pages rip them all.
The drugs never helped
so let their existence seize today.
All is vanity.
Pills, the minerals of sanity.
Just let down your shield of vanity
and swallow your pride.
Leave it to me to find out what’s wrong
and it will be the death of me
but I will be there.
All is vanity.
At least I’m not on fire.
All is vanity.
All I see is vanity.
At least I’m not on fire.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI