One
Chantene
Questions of nothing
nothing that matters
but the price of careless
thinking inside a box
full of nothing
go ahead
say you know me, say
a bitch
if you cared
enough to reason
to reason for my solitude
grieve of loneliness
one girl, that’s always me
always just
me how come it is?
Maybe because of your
solitude within the
bottomless reach of your
crude hearts
