How much is too much?
I'm tired of predicting to lose
But before you point your finger,
Before you cast your stones,
Take a look at yourself
How can you expect from someone what you won't do yourself?
There's no bottom to your reality
Your desperation is utter and complete
What you can't love about yourself you have to steal from someone else;
And what you can't steal you have to deny
Rapid Decompression
Sometimes it feels like your whole world is coming to an end