If I am too much even when I'm not doing
a thing,
there is always a great excuse to not be around
me.
I lay on the couch staring at the ceiling and eyeing the walls.
Wanting someone like you to tear them down and take me to see the world.
I'll see the world even without the one I call  "my sister".
If there is someone to replace me with no baggage or flaws in punk form,
I'll **** it up and support your transition though
it hurts immensely.
You always knew you could do better.
I'll sleep in an empty room and there I can let it all be free and not push myself to be what you
wanted.