never looking back
find a new city
where no one knows my name
where everything is new and nothing has turned shitty
but i can't and with that thought reality pulls me back down
down
down
into the cement city
my home and world
where everything is gloomy and people full of self pity
of self loathing
of self obsession
full of then themselves at every moment
where nothing is new
and everything is ruined
soiled and fucked
it's all turned to muck my friend said to me one day
but she wasn't talking about the city
but her love life
the one sole thought in her bubble head
her
herself
her image
as if the world would stop without her
but if it did would she take the time to look away from the mirror to care ?
could she fathom the fact that the world in fact did not spin around her
but i would never know - it's hard to read her blank cold stare
