I remember
I remember a bully that was a frenemyWhen we wasn’t fighting he would talk to meThe things he said had sense of
I remember a bully that was a frenemyWhen we wasn’t fighting he would talk to meThe things he said had sense of
I want my brain to cooperate to maintain this meat suit I have been burdened with. I have decent stretches of being
I want to know, before that moment that I go
To see it coming before I face that last breath of cold
Brace for impact or embrace the real fact
but I want to go before the suffering takes hold