Time separates me. By the neck and head. It unscrews me, until I drop dead. I don't want to write what you want to read but then again I never want you to see me.
Don't do this, don't be foolish? Let me tell you, don't tell me I'm stupid. Who are you with your spiked shoes and hell hair to tell me where to lay my bitterness. Why - I'll drink myself to death. Fig blood is sweeter than the mud in my bedroom and the drool on my textbooks anyway you'll never do a thing about it because I don't think you've ever cared.