i don't know where i'm going
i chose not know
my right to protect
a right to protect

there are some left

rides and car crashes
bitch in the river
horse in my fireplace
firefly on my friends hair
firefighter in my kitchen
mister psycho man
my attacks
one learns to control ones reactions
one forgets
we are remembering it though
the faces we thought we wouldn't need
nicely tucked away
are back to us
sticking to our faces once more
we are vulnerable again
our skin will thickened again
soon
very soon
the attacks will happen all over again
two sides
on the arena we chose to return to
it's our fault
it's what we want
to feel safe and completely exposed
we will straighten up again
lonely straightening
i came back and she left
my own fault really
i waited too long
time fell out of my hands for a moment there
i fell out of my hands for a moment there
we will kill them slowly though
we will kill them
one by one
i'll be disappearing for a moment now
no help, no sympathy
the rules they make us
are the rules we impose them
no mercy, no collaboration
no respect, no nothing