Texty: A Life Once Lost. Grotesque.

These words collapse your confidence
Your destructive existence is nauseating
Fake, with no self-esteem, you're nothing
You change with manic uncertainty

Now I will be the master
Now I will choose my boatswain

I push myself in and out of relationships
But I don't know you
I push myself in and out of control
But I don't own you

Exactly how should I stand here
Waiting for you to finally answer
As you verbally bash me