You’re constantly killing the fun, killing it.
Long division of health and self, burdened by being a part of the overall whole.
Aftermath class, the numbers still, do not adds up.
Adding logic to any of this often negates the equation.
Radar on actions, red flags on words.
The trouble with the thought of thinking outside the box, is that your new philosophical demands create their own enclosure.
Obsessive, obsession, obsessively building momentum.
Looping, determined, dead set on convincing whoever will listen, you are right.
Chokehold on expression, handcuffs on thoughts.
Incredible intention to detail makes it impossible for you to make a mistake.
And at the end of days, you’re all hate.
Your anger smothers your optimism, you’re killing the fun.