The motion of time, ever so slow
makes me ever, so alone
Do i really utter crap?
and i really wonder who really left who...
walking home in the rain i so love
hoping it can wash the pain i so loathe
Thx again, for you Hi-Bye Billies...
wait, i meant Hi-Bye fuckers.
The ones who don't know me, call me Gabriel
The ones who are semi-close call me Gab, Gaboo
And the ones who are one with me, simply call me "Eh",
and even, need not call at all
but too often, i wonder if i even know myself at all
let alone anyone else.
Again i bring up the point:
the one who seeks death, has no connections to the living
I'm really transparent.
(4)
(3)+1
[(2)+1]+1
that's what it feels like to me
