I've done so many things with my time, or so I think. But I'm young and I can't tell if what I've done is ending well. Caved in my things for you, and what was left would never do. I care. I know I do. Because, wouldn't I burn if it wasn't true? I can't sleep. I've tried elixirs too. Dulled it out but still I knew. Dumbed down the things I want, only to find it getting worse. Waist deep -- a cables tow. Coming out slow if out at all. Duck down until I see the one I know come straight to me. I can't sleep.
