Apathy, please don’t call me up anymore because im tired of being chained lying on a cement floor and I am reminded by these scars of regret inflicting me I could never see that this «me» in me is just not me I could never tell that this «me» just isn’t me. and now the curtains opened and that «me» in me isn’t me. and I am reminded by these scars of regret inflicting me could never see that this «me» in me is just not me I could never tell that this «me» just isn’t me.
