screwMe

There’s something different going on up there
A piece of silence within
Helpless stranger looking out to understand
What it means to be real
Ahead, the life we always dreamed in
But life is not what you expect
So tempting, but nothing never happens
And nothing feels the same
I lucked out again
Screw me, I like it
Screw me, I like it
If nothing’s to it, then what’s happening?
Shape-shifted finite ending
Hapless scratching looking past the wounded trash
By what means to conceal
Upheld, a life of tired dream-years
But lines reverses all respect
So empty, but somethings never simple
The vicious cut remains
All senses and blame
Screw me, I like it
Screw me, I like it
Screw me, I like it
Screw me, I like it
Screw me, I like it
Screw me, I like it