Nothing’s wrong, nothing’s right
Nothing feels quite alright
Watching my fists turn white
Turn the lips into eyes

Nothing’s right, nothing’s wrong
Nothing makes me belong
All the kids sing swan songs
All the kids sing along with me

I, I want to kill tonight
I want to kill tonight …

Partially describes my momentary-feelings. I used to loop this song way back— those times. And tonight, it came into my mind.

Goose says:
still sad though
they passed me on like i’m worthless

Turkey says:
you’re worth so much more

Goose says:

Update: I’m through with this already. Bring it on.