THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
I don't know where I'm from yet.
I feel like I'm shouting into silence when I'm here, I don't feel connected, it feels a little sick, like a weird relic, a tombstone
I wonder if you know when you're happy, or if it just looks like you do afterwards, I don't think I do, I don't think I'd know
Don't take a picture, it's already gone