This place, this town, is breaking me.
excuse me but you don't seem human.
Eyes are vacant. Could it be that I'm the only one?
And if home is where the heart is, then you're all homeless.
My Home is on my sleeve.
Creep me. It's not like I care.
Just stop hitting on me. I am not interested.
But if you are going to creep, take a look at my art and tell me what you think?