Why did I do what I did?
Why do you do what you do?
Why do you keep on brining it up as if nothing's new?
I've tried to forget it, I've tried to move on.
But you just have to say that you've won.
I'm tired of your story and I'm tired of your ****.
I can't do it anymore. So I quit.
The story's the same and it gotten quite boring.
Don't mind me, ignore my snoring
This isn't what it's supposed to be like, it's supposted to be fun.
But that's it no more, I am done.

I know you're reading this.
You.
Sat there.
In you bedroom,
Probably on your bed.
Reading. This.
Expecting poetry to drip from the page like honey.
A tall tale of freedom, a hero, a damsel in distress.
Longing to be saved.

I don't know if I can.
I don't know what to do.
I see you, I mean her,
The damsel in distress but...

If she'd just throw me a rope down,
I could easily climb up to help you.
I mean her....