Blank memories came down upon my head
I don’t want to live a life with difficulties
Feels like choosing between Pink Floyd, Ledzepellin, and The Beatles,
Which one is the greatest? Which one is the best?
I don’t know, but I often hate what I’ve become
What do I have now? More analysis and technicalities
Painful. Maybe if I choose to stay in my black and white bubble,
I have got nothing to worry about and nothing to blame.
Who breaks my heart? It’s the new me.
People get weirder and weirder, they are now all strangers
Strangers staring back at you with blank expressions and judging you.
I love the old me, but I know I can’t ever return.
-Joan of Art-