there's a hole in the bottom of your world that i tend to fall through, not by choice though, why would i ever choose to disapear, never surface again, to suffer so terribly, by the fate of a friend? there's a hole in the bottom of your world i tend to fall through. it's not much of anything, but i don't mean to. i can't even cluster together the functions of have beens and would have's and nevers could've and should've beens. there's nothing that annoys me more than falling sideways outside your door, i'm grasping but i just can't reach, i never learned what you didn't teach.