Simplistic, domestic shit life. Processed to fit in place. The pathetic, ascetic shit life. Depressed to fill in space. . Neglected, rejected. Who wants this anyway?.
Come on. . You could say that I am nothing. Few could say that I am something. You could say that I am nothing. You could say that I am nothing. . I don't want simplicity.
Sometimes you don't understand. Sometimes I am what I am. Sometimes I just can't be. Everything you hoped I'd be. And sometimes I wish that you could see.
I don't need diamond rings or highpriced suits that shine. Limosines and flashy things or ancient bottled wine. Designer names and lavish things and million dollar hair.