Shut the world off
We were meant to be broken.
We are walking around though, facing every dilemma getting in our way. They can down one, two or three but their blurry eyes and dizzy feeling won’t fade away until the world shuts down and they go back to a place called home.
I can hear them calling, we have yet to realise we’re running in circles, living the same old lives,supporting ourselves with crutches. I can’t find the way back to the beginning, I guess this is the end.
We’re still breathing but that doesn’t mean we’re alive.
We were born for this.
We’re still broken statues trying to find our way back to who we were before.













