to each affair, distraught appeared.
knowing the action just committed.
thinking it's nothing, you're someone else.
it wasn't something you submitted.
everyone looks at you strange, knowing somethings wrong.
what could I tell them?
i was never taught the right song.
something growing up taught me backwards.
but no excuse could cover this.
I'm running around going crazy.
this was me just trying to find bliss.
the feeling is strangely unexpected yet lusted.
in the end it slows down becoming nothing but rusted.
they take each moment and each event.
every cell and every fiber.
to be the next champion as a fantasy diver.
