Think about this as an old fashioned question…
Inspired in fear and loathing in so many people.
Can you see my literary pretentions?
I can’t feel any of this anymore
And my eyes are burning at the sight of this blank slate.
What do you want to believe?
Does this hurt all of what you believe?
Can you feel how this is all directed at you?
I can’t argue because I haven’t heard you talk
This issue is active
(like lava down the side)
But my arguments against you
Have no logical conclusions.
This will never make anyone happy.
This is someone that has been thinking for years
And burning for minutes
Cutting into eternity
And rewiring all of the influence you have on me.
Where are these conditions
Where we can make some new connections?
We know so much
And understand so little.
So will you stay tonight?
And if my mental states
Have kept the chemical treatments in me
(instead of you)
Know that I never meant it to be like this.
You know what comes next, and so do I.
No amount of training will solve this riddle
That causes all of the chemicals in you
To come in pill form on my heart and never to leave.
I have to make you mad before I know how aggressive you’ll be.
And how much this can hurt.
Because it never hurt the same ways before
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