Your thoughts are tipped upside down every hour of your life.
And in the emptiness of your eyes I see that you couldn't care less.
You'll start your repertoire of sayings all over again like a goldfish trapped in a bowl.
And I'll laugh, at you and with you because you've done this to yourself.
You take and you take and you have taken every ounce of food from the shaker and will die a gluttonous fiend to me.
Someone who couldn't say no to their own demons that shook the Earth.
Mut maybe you think I'm being too harsh and maybe I am, but at least I know what I am and what I think.
I can feel the sands of time ticking in your thoughts, a sandstorm waiting to blow up in the midst of conversations.
