There are always two sides and two walls, one wall hidden.
Clueless regarding your area and mostly informed of mine.
Banners, posters, movies, jerseys, cups, keychains, support of us.
You’re not buying it, there are no sales.
A warehouse filled with regrets I do own.
They told me not to invest but I was sure, so sure and confident.
This empty stadium without fans, without sponsors.
Embarrassing.
I wear thick gloves and scrub hope away.
Brush my teeth, scrape my tongue.
Delete your existence from all databases.
RawEmotionDough 