I was throwing.

I was throwing.

I was throwing.

I was moving forward.

I forgot everything I knew.

I,
am back.

I hear the brakes,
but I tell myself that tomorrow is far away.

I tell myself that tomorrow,
is far away.

And I sing,
and I move forward,
and I dance, and,
I learn.

I get up.

I feel hunger,
in my head.

My mind is perpetually,
broken.

I have to stop.

I tell myself that,
I move forward,
and I don't look back.

I cried to catch up.

I move forward.

And this chorus,
that sings in my head,
and that goes up,
and that goes up, and,
that stops,
and that goes up, and that stops.

I move forward.

I don't look back.

I cry,
but I laugh.

I move forward.

I don't look back.

I cry,
but I laugh.

I cry,
but I laugh.

I cry,
but I laugh.

I cry,
but I laugh.

I cry,
but I laugh.

I cry, but I laugh.

I get up in my head.

In my head,
I am perpetually broken.

I get up in my head.

I move forward.

I move forward.

I cry, but I laugh.

I cry,
but I laugh.

I cry,
but I laugh.

I get up,
in my head.

In my head.

Even the noise is beautiful.

But this chorus,
is even more beautiful.

This chorus,
in my head.

This chorus,
is more perpetual.

This chorus in my head.

This chorus that I adore.