#I DONT KNOWE I'M SORRRRYYY

[michaelenthusiast]

MICHAEL IN THE STYLE OF CHEYE SKUNKES CHIBIS

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[simplysharks]

FREEEEEESIA

i Know freesia is NOT a trans allegory so fuck you, i dont care. i Dooooo not care. anyways to the crazy; i killed daisuke with my bare hands to wrestle this very personal interpretation!

i keep relistening to the following lyrics specifically:

> This is the center of the Universe

> But **without her, I'm not here**

Like obviously this is Sol and Aria. Or Axl and I-No whatever ur interpretation. but holy. do you ever feel like two different people! there's the Me the Her who's real, the real me. she hides, she has to ya know?

this is gonna get very personal, but one of my only survival coping mechanisms at home has been to literally imagine locking her away in my Mind Palace Tower.

anyways. that second person in me. that Guardian Hero type if that makes sense. the guy who locks her away to take on that burden. cuts my hair. throws all my clothes into a suitcase, hides it at my friends house, and slots into my armor.

> Only my shell remains here

> Lonely my soul left somewhere

throw away the key! here i stand. im here alone. i dont remember the taste of life, the happiness i felt, the smell of the cold. it's so empty it's Crazy!

> FREEEEEESIA

> HERE I AAAAAAM

> AND IM SORRY. SORRY — SORRRRYYY

this declaration. the fucking scream. the way in which it can no longer be contained. this prayer of forgiveness. all i can do is beg for forgiveness to myself. for hiding and hoping and hiding and hoping.

> FLYING THROUGH THE GALAXY

> HANDS SHAKEN EVERYWHERE

> BUT I — BUT I WANT YOU BY MY SIDE

i’m out finally, i live alone, i have an amazing job, im literally creating robots that fly through the galaxy. and yet i haven’t fully pursued my transition yet and im like. what a disservice to myself !!

> THE WHOLE WORLD IS KIND TO ME

> BUT SORRY. SORRY. SORRY. SORRY. SORYYYYY

> WEARING A FINE SUIT

> PAYING BY A CREDIT CARD

> BUT I CANNOT PROVE MYSELF

i adore my job. i feel purposeful. and yet it’s not me. it hasn’t been me ever and i hope it will be soon

anyways, freesia, that beautiful flower, the apologies to give to her for having to bury her forever, ive found such love and such happiness and met so many, but im never me ya know. very sad rant over anyways carry on, call me stupid or whatever for completely missing the point of the song, i just Need to get this off my chest i hope i can be alive again