Loose Ramblings
[161]The care not given is the sunshine to the flowerpot of work
I care a lot and that's absurd
You hunt me down in daydreams and your killings wake me into deeper frustrations
I'm sitting in the front row
Awaiting the aching of relief
To my back it's all smiles and chatter
I'm a missionless agent spying on my nemesis
The anger in my heart that I can't live without
