“Well my heart is gold... and my hands are cold.” —
“And all the people say You can't wake up, this is not a dream You're part of a machine, you are not a human being With your face all made up, living on a screen Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline”
YEs. I know it’s my fault tho. Sometimes I try to track back to the moment... but there isn’t one moment. It comes in part from realizing how broken everyone else is, and realizing I’m a broken fool too. It’s weird.
