It can bring out the best, but it can bring out the worst. I don’t want to be the motivation, the reason to get out of bed. There’s no need for inspiration, everything must come to an end. Just don’t forget to send me the memo, so I can find something more in this sound. I’m hearing but I’m not listening. I’m looking but I can’t see…I’m blinded. 

You used to make the best paper planes, but now I can’t remember how to make them. They flew in circles, and I’ve just stood still. Clinging to free will, I didn’t take the pill that helps me heal. Desperate to contain my emotions.