You're counting letters that form words misconstrued and rearranged carefully to prevent self entrapment. Keep it smooth and you'll go far.
That's how this world works.
Doesn't matter if there's substance, only matters if it stops the hurt.
All we want is to feel as if this matters. As if this flesh won't rot away.
So whitewash these tattered walls, make it look like new. Mike it look like new and hope it stays. No it's…