The summer on the plateau, we watched the sun peak over the horizon.
Yellow.
That’s where I’ll go to be alone and curse your name.
This used to be a place you knew that now you want to come to, to drink your bottles and break your models. That’s where we stared with open glance.
I’m sorry at least I did not ruin my life before I was twenty years alive.
Because if you ruin everything there will be just nothing left.
My mind is in war with the things you’re going to say because I can see what’s on your lips before the break of day.
I know the shit you pull and the friends you try and make.
You don’t deserve a single word.
You’ve turned into a fake.
We once would sit for hours with open minds and lives.
Our goals were set, our spirits high, nothing to stop our drive.
What made you change your mind and what stole your intellect?
Did every dick you slept with drunk just come to collect?
What dignity you do have left I guarantee you’ll waste because you’re used to being someone else.
It’s bruised upon your face.
