i was born on a thursday

i was born on a thursday
and it's my fault

you cannot say what my feelings are
and i haven't been very the opposite of alone


don't turn yourself into a broom, but
i believe that i have some trouble convincing you that i'm worth something



my body is not strong
i lose every arm wrestle by myself
my hand is tired of wrestling me
and i stopped believing in drinking water sometimes

i became the smells no one remembered in their past

i saw that i was a rose that grew backwards
you did too
you don't have to respect me