I feel as useful as used toothpaste some times
It isn’t true, surely far from blue, I don’t believe every thought like that these days
But at night I’m a little scared I’ll fall or fail to check myself, battling the mirror in my head
Tiring. I roll my eyes, persistence doesn’t change the rules here
Do you worry you’ll miss everything or do you believe everything is in order
Between.
Emotion Dough 