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ALL THE MORE TO SAY OF WHAT I ALREADY KNOW
ALL THE MORE TO SAY OF WHAT I ALREADY KNOW
Written by Alana Cheng
It’s all the more to say of what I know, with so much of all that I can do in trying to figure out where I’d really want to go, with all that I am doing, just to somehow go with the flow, of all the more to say out loud of the innermost words to be screamed out about the breakdowns that I’ve been having about trying to keep it all together, but I know that I can’t keep the walls from caving in on me forever, as it’s all the more to say of having to put on a fake smile, in this everlastingly endless show, of all the more to feel of it with all that I would most likely want to know, of how things will play out in the long run, but from what I’m going through of the innermost turmoils of how I can hear myself screaming so loudly, I know at this point, that I’m not having any fun, while trying to make it look like I’m truly happy, while trying to figure out where it is that I am truly going, while not knowing what I originally thought I’d be knowing, of what I once thought that I had my whole life figured out, but now I longer know what it’s even all about, while feeling like I am losing my mind, with all the more of the things to remember that I just can’t actually find, for there is no use in trying to press rewind, while not knowing anymore of where it is that I am actually trying to go, despite the inner turmoil of the breakdowns that I’ve been having from within, and it always feels like I’m slipping away into letting my inner demons win, with all that I no longer so truly know, where it is that I’ve been trying to go, all while trying to go with the motherfucking flow, as it’s only just all the more of all that I can do, of what I guess that I most absolutely and already know, as I’ve just been trying to put on a whole endlessly motherfucking show.
