How can I still feel so unstrong? When so much more could have been wrong? I still hate every moment where people I thought I knew Laughed in my face like there was nothing they could do The news is excruciating How'd the world get so devastating? I'm just fucking glad for my bubble Despite how often it is penetrated by evil I remember when i figured out everything was the same Walking around seeing building after building But all those things you hear about They only happen to other people It doesn't happen to me Not me Wouldn't be caught dead In last season's textures Our heads are filled up Staying true to the pressure