I feel pretty, sad...

.
.
.
.

What is it
Fucked if I know
just a load of old shit
making me low

low is a feeling
I never know I have
low is everything
its who I am

who I am doesn’t matter
I couldn’t be further away
I don’t even have his number
And I haven’t seen him for days

I’m fucked
No choice
No breath
No voice

And
That
Is
It
Ok