[11/18/21, kind of sung to the tune of "working for the knife" by Mitski. Written just before I started this project]

Sometimes I forget
why I'm here
why I don't
wanna belong

sometimes I remember
that I think I'm in
not in the void
not in the void anymore

sometimes I think that there's nothing left for me
when you are done with it
sometimes I think that I was meant to create
but just look at me
try to belong

I take in, I profess, I anger and I address
I feel kindly coldly fondly and smoothly and at the end
there's nothing left
there's nothing left

keep feeling feeling keeping feeling feeling keeping feel keep on and on and on and on

and on
and on
and on