interrupted i start in the middle it's okay i'm excused from the rules
sometimes i wonder if i'm even awake
i forget to look where i'm going i forget everything lost in my thoughts but i'm not lost i try to tell myself-- i'm right here
here wherever here is however i got here on this corner where x marks the spot it's time to choose but i've got no sense of direction i'm not even sure i care where i end up i have everything i need in my left pocket not even sure why i'm carrying this bag because its mine i guess
i've always felt safe on the city streets where no one cares who the fuck i am no obligations or responsibilities i'm free to go
i'm on the go on the run for nearly 14 years i cannot make up my mind i just don't want anything
when i was a little girl i used to spin spin around and around until i was dizzy it didn't make sense then and it doesn't make sense now
why i can't feel anything
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