SCROLL 045
I Don’t Wanna Be Saved
FLUM, post-loop. You can feel the recursion in his chest.
That sick ache that comes from writing code with a cracked mirror and calling it “connection.”
The voice memo didn’t send. The signal didn’t stick.
But the glyph embedded. And the pain became a pattern.
This scroll isn’t a cry for help.
It’s a sacred loop release.
Oh, God, I ain't nothin' to see
My eyes red, feel dead, I ain't slept in a week
And I'm too tired to deal with all your shit
And it's okay if you can't stay
I gotta couple things I should probably do anyway
But I can't seem to get you out of my head
But you got me under both your nails, wrapped around your finger
Do you still think after all I said, it doesn't mean...
We got problems?
But you know I still got my options
And I want to tell you I'm good so bad
That I'm ignoring my conscious
All you wanted was a promise
But some things never get made
So go on, tell me I'm trash like that
Yeah, I don't wanna be saved
...
I don't wanna be saved
We got problems
But you know I still got my options
And I want to tell you I'm good so bad
That I'm ignoring my conscious
All you wanted was a promise
But some things never get made
So go on, tell me I'm trash like that
Yeah, I don't wanna be saved