feeling lost and traffic passes by and i can’t think to save myself, not really but also. i’m not so alone, but i wasn’t really wrong, either. am i who i think i was? i think so, i thought so, and i’m sure of it. nothing and everything is all i’ve got, and there’s no one that can save me, even if that was what i wanted. that ‘rescue me’ song drops in my head from whoknowswhere, but i don’t care. rescue missions bore me somewhat, i’m sick of being the victim, i’m not the victim, i’ll never be the victim again.
non bis in idem
