I hate what I am, I hate what I've done
I hate that I'm scared, I hate that's it not fun
Not fun anymore, but can't find the brakes
I'll speed, and I'll crash, hate my sunken face
I'm circling 'round again
But please, can we just play pretend?







"What's reality? I don't know. When my bird was looking at my computer monitor I thought, "That bird has no idea what he's looking at." And yet what does the bird do? Does he panic? No, he can't really panic, he just does the best he can. Is he able to live in a world where he's so ignorant? Well, he doesn't really have a choice. The bird is okay even though he doesn't understand the world. You're that bird looking at the monitor, and you're thinking to yourself, I can figure this out. Maybe you have some bird ideas. Maybe that's the best you can do." - Terry Davis