i dont want to listen to this. its not bad. theres nothing wrong. i just dont feel like it. i cant stay here. this place hurts my eyes and the humid, dense smell of the air brings me down. but, at the same time, there are thorns tied to my heart, and when i move the sink deeper and deeper. i cant stay here. it hurts to leave. i cant stay here with you and i. it hurts to be with you and i.