Lifeless little fishies, I'm just that tired
dirty, broken fantasies, my mind's that wired
half-spoken profanities, my voice expired
please do not be mad at me, you're so admired
censors guard my sensors, my tongue's barred by some force
cement holds my legs upright, I won't come off my horse
I feel I have no reason to, it'd be too wrong, of course
but this irk will not go away, I must defeat the source
will you help me, friend, if it means that you'll hurt, too?
will you cringe at the fact that my problem might be you?
will you still love me when I assert that our friendship is through?
or will you realize that you've known all along and this notion is nothing new?
how short is your memory? for this you will not forget
how short is my patience? for surely this I will regret.
