if you could read between the lines, you still wouldn't get it.

wake uppinch yourself dear child wake up breathing this recycled energy blindly living, blanket of security too busy pinch yourself dear child too busy feeding moments, sugar coating tastebuds losing focus boycotting surfaces scraping images clean pinch yourself, dear child leave and watch me walk away witness each step i take grow further and further from what we once, never had [i thought we had] or was it wishful thinking? but wait, i'm not speaking of you these days the you, too busy to pinch yourself, dear child free.. free, me from this bittersweet greed once upon a time we believed in and i believe, dear child i concede you win

or do you?