i used to know myself so well.
convinced that the mouths which opened so wide were wrong.
every breath i breathed was honest, and my walk was strong.
i could hear my own thoughts,
and was rash.
now nicotine based lungs,
talking to the people i thought i knew.
dirty hands built walls inside of my head.
asked to be saved through something else.
i confuse myself with the thoughts my own conscious creates.
i stumble over the words my own tongue attempts to spit.
hello, good friend, i never knew myself, did you ?
