For I want the ideal numbness, I covet to live in a world watered down with dopamine.
An unconscious mind suffers better than a distraught one that waits for the right time.
Why vow down when you can fly?
Why dance when you can reach the sky?
I pray to forget, yet I can’t seem to erase the memories out of my mind.
Truth or dare, both brought me to the same destination.
I sought comfort in my humiliation
I thought this would bring me out of your occupations.
Instead be a priority, not another one of your obligations.
For to this, it seems I’m a substitute.
A defective toy to play with for a good hour and ignore for the next two.
That’s what I am, aren’t I?
This toxic dopamine traps me tight and that’s perfect, I want to reach that high, and skirt away from your hold... at least for a night