Got lost in the hands of the narcissistic. C'mon, it's nothing special. Who're you supposed to treat nice? She stole the ability to believe, how am I getting it back?
Mail?
D'you know when my day starts? Even if doesn't start at all?
We just go through the rough patch and on to the green. How many gods am I supposed to suffocate on?
Better not understand it. Better be. They all got access. I got as many personalities as I got mail accounts. See the whole panorama? You don't need to.
Stop right here before you go over the backslash and down along my spine.
How am I supposed to be with all those inside?