Touched

here again wish i was somewhere else what's worse than feeling by yourself? judgmental condescending thoughts go on still pretending barely by on what we have something for nothing how many days until i'm rested something for something drink from the glass like there's no tomorrow times they fly and then fashion dies played the cards and we tried to make it run seems like the answers were left i've always tried to remember when clothes you'd wear styles of your hair lasting impressions experienced my senses they'll function becoming aware smaller and smaller somewhere you'll find before it ends so suddenly take a look see what you thought you'd be modeled perfection photocopied call you or you call me everything's so incomplete played the cards and tried to make it run seems like the answers were left i'm still looking for the answer