Thinking back. It use to make sense. The thoughts in my head that use to make me feel dense.

I would sit in my room, there was no doom nor gloom, all I could do to pass the time was sit and talk to you.

Do you feel shame, are you embarrassed of where I've gone. Did I bring you unwanted fame and attention, are you wondering what went wrong?

I'm sad and tortured my soul enriched in agony, got issues with my dad and mom I apologize for the misogyny.

I have problems with the system, and I think it benefits some, runs circles on the others labeling people defective and dumb.

We live to serve the rich and some willingly lick their boots, life is now too simplified making us too willing to forget our roots.

I guess what I'm saying is their is not that much time now, in the grand scheme of reality the curtains about to close so take your final bow.