Now that the psychosis is gone, the boredom returns. A life worth living is all that one yearns.
Why do I stay when the hounds howl in Hell? Singing the songs I recall so well.
They try to tell me it was crazy from the start, but they weren’t there for that.
Said you did me wrong, but I’d like to know when?
No one knows cause it didn’t happen.
Waiting on you, waiting on me.
Two fish in a glass bowl adrift at sea.
Rhea Everdene 