UGLY, THINGS ARE GOING TO GET UGLY

i do not want to hang my dirty linen out for everyone to see. so i didn't tell. but truthfully, i wasn't close. what right do i have to mourn, my head contradicts so many this and thats one time my chest feels like bursting the next second it doesn't. see, i have no idea what i'm doing.

thus dont say it out dont say it out dont say it out Joyce
cause you dont remember you dont remember you dont remember anything
you dont remember much
you're so fake you're so fake you're so fake
i wonder what's in your mind
only programmes on how to react is it.
you're beyond help.