How can it be that this is hunger?
I broke my only body.
Moments for disconnecting memory. On recollection it's
something greater than shifting glances and criticism.
And to my sibling rivals, they can die. They die with the
youngest.
With lines in the surface.
In time with a Jungist.
I'm tied.
A little closer.
To something wider than image surface.
And time among the feeding friends. Have I made nothing?
Have I seen better?
Well I've a cruel tongue that gives and takes.
And runs beneath the bridges.
When they die, they die with the youngest.
With lines in the surface.
In time with a Jungist.
I'm tied.
Forget yourself.
Forget about family.
Forget yourself or forget about your family.
Forget yourself.
Forget about family.
Forget yourself or forget yourself a family.
