He said it was best if we move on.
He said there was nth much left to talk about.
My mind is filled with what everyone say.
It’s like this playback machine that doesn’t have a stop button.
And it’s playing and playing and keep repeating.
Like a song that doesn’t stop.
I need to find that button.
Before I drive myself crazy.
For I have lost the faith in myself, in everything else.
tell me everything will be alright.
