And the sun sets into your eyes as the glowing timbre of the morning humming enchants your soul into a pure liquefied state of nothingness and only then do you see than you’ve fallen farther than ever and the climb up is gonna hurt like hell but you don’t mind because you think it’s all worth it it’s all worth it it’s all worth it, isn’t it?
It’s then that the realization of the pure nil being you are that comes to mind and how society has raptured your soul into defined pieces of subjective bullshit that cannot be overcome without a million years worth of sweat and blood that drips onto your hands but it’s all worth it it’s all worth it it’s all worth it, isn’t it?
You got played like a ball in the air not caught but dropped because the player forgot about you when it mattered because she’s a material girl and sentimental bullshit doesn’t affect her a bit and the magic has been discovered to be nothing but mindless illusions for the corner of the naked eye but she still remains there for you in some way and you think that it’s all worth it it’s all worth it it’s all worth it, isn’t it?
The intervals of denial you’re accustomed to go by in a flash because she’s not there and never will be and no one else is because you’re used and done and thrown away like a wad of paper which makes it into a trash basket like a winning shot at the buzzer and that’s the only reason of your existence as to score for someone and make them happy and be content with your misery and you think it’s all worth it it’s all worth it it’s all worth it, isn’t it?
And the color girls go, “do, do, do, dododo, do, do, do, dododo, do, do, do, dododo, do, do, do, dododo, dooooooooooo…” and then you realize that it really was worth it because that smile you caused on her face was too priceless and precious.