what brought this on so sudden? i can hear myself think. words are watching over my conveyance. the rug s been lifted. like a joke that s gone too far, i can t tell some things apart, and it s all that i look out for. everything i do is dull. but that seems so trivial. everybody s got their shell. you said that i could do whatever i want. but only if it s on your list. problems come from all directions...solutions don t. my problems all have become your concern. and i think that that s a shame. broken fixtures seem to shine more brightly. who s broken you? planning for a dead future, wasting every moment, digging for reassurance, wishing this is what you want.