“I am someone easy to leave”. “Even easier to forget”. a voice if inaccurate. Again: “I’m the one they all run from”. Diatribes of clouded sun. Someone help me find the pause button. All these tapes in my head swirl around. Keeping my vibe down. All these thoughts in my head aren’t my own. Wreaking havoc. “I’m too exhausting to be loved”. “a volatile chemical”. “best to quarantine and cut off”. All these tapes in my head swirl around. Keeping my vibe down. All these thoughts in my head aren’t my own. Reaking havoc. “I’m but thorn in your sweet side”. “You are better off without me”. “It’d be best to leave at once”. All these tapes in my head swirl around. Keeping my vibe down. All these thoughts in my heard aren’t my own. Wreaking havoc