Alright..I’m ok.
You’re ok and neither of us have it bad .
Sue me.
I have a rough time in the mornings..death and destruction and all that.
All the night’s anxiety and subconscious stresses..
Eat at me in my sleep.
And I wake up wanting to die… because I have to wake up, and I don’t wanna.
Working class..
But I have to listen to them talking about the upper class…
Like it even fuckin matters
dawn 