If I wasn't a sucker i'd feel the night come in strong
but i'm only a fragment, a pile of dust, collecting sun
I don't wanna do nothing, but just to do something
takes long
I need to recollect my time, not prioritize my vices
and I could swallow my pride but i would rather be stubborn
that's my fault
never feel like this body is mine
my eyes put up cold walls
and I've read books that teach me how to live my life
but we don't learn how to live, just the proper way to die
