Text: Avail. High Lonesome.

i've tried to think this out ten times now but i'ts gone the temptation to reason ruck reason and fuck all the words you've written they make no sense not in retrospect please tell me why did you walk back in today? but before you see me it's been over a year now and i'm hardly sound and i'm over pretending i'm no longer shaking or walking the ground. i'll try to work this out but i don't know how it goes on this frustration lacks meaning fuck meaning and fuck all the pain it brings this makes no sense i don't buy what you send please tell me why did you walk back in today? i've tried to run but i stay here, and i don't know why i would wait there's still a reason and it burns down in ashes where i lay why did you walk back in today? i'm drowning