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𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠
𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲
𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐫
𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨
i'm in the music club. shocking isn't it? well, clubs are mandatory for all students. it's supposed to help us 'find ourselves' or some shit. if i had it my way, i would be home, sitting in my room with a bowl of ramen and binge-watching shows on netflix. but, i'm interested in music, so why not spend my hour after school decently. but since nothing good comes without a price, taeyong is in this club too. yippee.
but luckily for me, taeyong likes music too, so he normally doesn't mess with me during music club. normally.
we were given an assignment to write a song on our outlook on life. it's supposed to be a private note to our future ourselves. i've written many songs before. this should be easy. after club, i had written down all of the ideas i had for song. i held my songwriting notebook to my chest as i walked to the bridge. most people don't like to stay here. this is the place where many people commit suicide. i find it calming. i sat on the edge, my feet dangling off of the edge. i listened to the soft splashing and wrote.
blood still stains when the sheets are washed
sex don't sleep when the lights are off
kids are still depressed when you dress them up
and syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup
he's still dead when you're done with the bottle
of course it's a corpse that you keep in the cradle
