thislackofselfcontrolifearisneverending
controlling,ican‘tseem
tofindmyselfagain
mywallsareclosingin
(withoutasenseofconfidenceandi‘mconvinced
thatit‘sjusttoomuchpressuretotake)
i‘vefeltthiswaybefore
soinsecure
difort,endlesslyhaspulleditselfuponme
distracting,reacting
againstmywillistandbesidemyownreflection
it‘shauntinghowican‘tseem...
tofindmyselfagain
mywallsareclosingin
(withoutasenseofconfidenceandi‘mconvinced
thatit‘sjusttoomuchpressuretotake)
i‘vefeltthiswaybefore
soinsecure
crawlinginmyskin
thesewoundstheywillnotheal
fearishowifall
confusing,confusingwhatisreal
there‘ssomethinginsidemethatpullsbeneaththesurface
consuming,confusingwhatisreal
thislackofselfcontrolifearisneverending
controlling,confusingwhatisreal
“皮肤下的骚动/那些伤口将永不愈合/害怕使我跌倒/困惑是我仅剩的真实……”
那样的旋律，反复敲击着我的耳膜。
我觉得红色液体都还蛮好喝的。