Your too damn far to feel touched by this madness. I open the door and the air is cool, I feel a chill and shiver and the neighbors don't know it yet- but, I'm sold. Not the house... that I'll reside in. I'll live the lie. I'm sold on notions and ideas and the realization that I have everything and nothing all at once. And your too damn far away to be close enough to care.
You can't understand my choices and the way they seem made to measure. "You chose?" you seem to be asking, "or somebody chose for you?" And I want to show you how they aren't choices at all. Just the same choice cloaked in different packaging's. And I don't get confused, I just get tired. And I let everyone else make my decisions for me.
I choose only how I will destroy myself. If it'll be in loaded carbs or refined sugars. If it will be death by oil or death by sweets.
And you, you are too damn far to see my pain.
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