no more rest.
i've stayed this way so long.
no sway.
i couldn't be so long.
regrets?
no, please.
it's so damaged song.
i'll break my body soon
and full myself of blood.
this step could be my chance to be/
i don't know anything
but know how to run free/
no cries, no tiers, no symbols
and no more chining cards.
i'm bipolar, another.
your world is not for "US"