Some days I am tired, and it is that withering passion that gives myself strength
To force our proximity, the contact above arm's length
" Oh you're so verbose. " " You're not unique or one of a kind! "
Lord help me if we weren't all so similar, that is why there is hope I find
That maybe the next time you open your mouth with such passion and drive
You'll give, not take away, as if that is the only way we thrive.
Hey, you know what I love doing? That's right, you guessed it! Not thinking about tumors and medical bills! Also food! Throwing money at my face is a great way to mask my depression and also help me recognize you are money bags from that one game of Spyro. You know which one I'm talking about. It was..that one with..you know what, just donate something if you want. Anything.