But I don't count on that happening any time soon.
This is what desolate isolation is. What was it all for? Much longer than I thought it was. It's all about starting and stopping.
Impenetrable fortress of insanity. These barriers can't be overcome. I don't know how to ask for help. And what of other ideas? But have I narrowed things down? It's truly some next level shit.
What was it all for? Just everything getting in the way. I'm not even sure if I was wrong. And all I need is more time.
In a darkened room. Everything just fades away. It all drifts away.
Is that my life? Could it be mine?
Overcome. It has to be overcome.
Joaquin out.
