The Casual Situation
This is where I see the endings of the past
In front of the suppression
Visions into one, but split in two
a blackened image cause we're blind
Reminders send cats to remember what we were
In every second lost, because we cherished flaws
Handcuffs, slim down
Release another run
It's the casual situation
Refusing to face their eyes for the sake of what we claimed
This situation sets foot
Now going through frustrations
a panic attack, hit what's left of me
mister nothing-is-ever-right-for-you
A casual situation wich I recall, not ever being in another one
refusing to face their eyes, rather faking I'm blind
I'll carry a stick and put my shades on
Care for me, this pathetic version of myself
If I say I'll cry, will I have your attention?
arnoldeasy, man, 34 jaar
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