So we cross
Back and fourth like if we were saints
With every injection
It leaves a mark like lipstick on his neck
It leaves an impression
So we burst into ants and work endlessly
With faith as an excuse
We continue
And continue
AND we still continue
Without
Her feelings without consideration
Is hurtfull
And despite our advances
We only end where she never was
There is nothig left to control but things to maintain
All I see in her is apathy
To my grandma
I'm so sorry for the past 5 months
It's no ones fault but I cry when I see you cross horizons into the blinding light
