SWEET EYES, I ALREADY MISS YOU

I think I'm gonna start praying, to something I'm unsure of.
I need this.
Stupid stupid town.
I think it's quite ridiculous how it always pulls me back.
How it always pulls everyone back.

I've gotta get this money. I've gotta adventure.
It's the perfect point in my life.
I've got most things sorted out(:

Let me let go. Give me the chance.
It'll happen. It has to, because if not, I might just
go insane.
This is my chance to live again. For two weeks, I can be whoever.
Too bad there ain't nothing in this world for free.

THE THEORY

The sick one.
The one that says I want to experience people.
Mind, body, something completely different.
A whole new level.
Multiple people.

But is it really such a bad thing?
I just want to see what underlies.
What's beneath that thin, thin surface.
To experience and feel them, be a part of them
for a few short moments.
To capture their breath with mine.
To cure the sting.
Pain, pleasure, memory, cult.

I don't know whether I'm alive, or dead or
breathing. How can I even tell if I'm asleep
or awake?
I guess there's not much left to me.
This spiraling world is starting to sadden me.
Never get what you want.
The more you have, the more you want.
Fuck it all. Do I care anymore? How would
I know?
Just let me crawl under your skin.
Unnerve you. Tear me apart.
I don't need you. I just want to want you.

They won't hear us.