If only whatever matters, I don’t care. You wish you could make me, it doesn’t matter. Can you please get inside my head, maybe, I don’t know. Where can I go, can you take me, can you make sure I don’t step out of line. I can stray; I try sometimes; to get lost. No on follow me unless they plan on a bad trip. Stripped and broke it’s hard to stop, why don’t you help; because you can’t, because you have no idea how. If I could tell you how I wouldn’t be looking for help, than again I don’t think I’d recognize it. No, at least not anymore, it’s been long gone; only shoveled under some hopes buried, dug up, and buried again. Only a waste of time, I waste our air, I’m wasted and no one cares.