Between a dream and a nightmare she was caught, a subconscious web made up of worry and thought. The whispering fly buzzed in and out filling her head with panic and doubt. Her racing heart completely besieged she is taken ahold by anxiety. Always looming, always hovering always in her mind, always suffering.
This is the life where I do what I please nobody out here pays for me I've got a roof, heat and electricity I wont dress down to appease the masses, no, I wont take off my Fendi sunglasses, dont hate me for being me, hate yourself for all this jealously. I got up with the birds to catch that slimy worm and I won't be deterred by some loser bitch and her simple words.
I live in my marvelous head my body weighs me down one day I'll leave it behind and soar the cosmic skies until then I'm just gonna lay in my bed and think about the freedoms of being dead if there are any at all.