There is a God
They put my ribcage on backwards
And suffocated me with my own jaw

Because of God
My spine is a question mark
I'm built like a cardboard box

I'm human but there's something off

The squares will kill me
I beg you: fullfill me

Some days
I feel I take up space
It seems I'm always walking one way
And I always get in yours

Per chance
Maybe solace lives in searches
A certain perfect needs a purpose
A certain perfect needs a purpose
Was it worth it?