i was 15 when i wrote this
Little orange one, let me go
Bring me back to what I want to know
I’m looking for someone to blame
But I keep telling myself not to play that game
But I want to, you know I want to
And I think to myself
I’m doing all this work to not feel a thing
Leaving what they call a past behind
I keep my eyes up and my head down
When it should be the other way around
Is this what it’s all really worth?
My mind is set free, it’s escaped
And my conscious has been out...