What the hell am I doing ? Why the hell did I come ? I know you well nervosa I do not feel out of place with you.... funny how you displace me, yet I am not unaccustomed to your presence. I must flee this place, Discharge the sickly feeling in my stomach. Overought with anxiety Completely taken down by YOU ! god how stupid I am. I put myself here. I create my ill of ease. Yes, yes I know. There is no basis for my feelings. I have no reason, none at all to feel discomfort... Self Distruction opens it's mouth. Light bounces off the grotesque teeth... I prepare myself to be taken in, Swollowed whole and slowly digested. To disconnect is all I know. There is no other path to tread, no other way out. the Solution is confusing, the Problem is nonexistent. I laugh at my self. Open the door. Smiles and made up excuses, I trudge my way home. Mind wonders. you there with her, Both laughing at this crazy girl... Why the hell did I leave. Oh nervosa my good friend. You are always here for me.... Deep inside I know the truth. There is no attraction between my two good companions. There is no reason for displacement among them.... Oh well.... the music plays on... life will prevail
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