when what you've made isn't the same
life seems something like a cruel game
made only to have you run through vicious circles
different situation's that can bring hesitation's; is a lack of honesty
if the silence can take you i hope it takes me too.
why do we have to take?
to change?
to break?
is it for our own goddamn sake?
things can be fixed, be fused, and transfixed.
lubricious transformations.
costly rewards.
continuous hesitations.
can't you see you're a whore?
never...
want...
more...
there's infinite doors.
im not who i used to be.