Strange Blood

I really haven't come very far, when you want to get right down to it. 

All the prefect background music in the world cant make me anything more than i am.

Cant change or cover up all the s****y things I've done, or all the s****y things that have happened to me.

Sitting with my knees up, thats me indeed. 

On the edge of the walkway.

Headphones taking me out of situation.

Away from location.

Its hard to describe all the parts of me that aren't even mine anymore.

its strange blood I've got in me.

never seen it before. 

Just disconnected.

its not a big deal.

new things always make me write smaller. 

and i'm worse.

I'm worse than ever.