I'm not trying to hate you but I wish that this would all just go away floating too much in the air and stirring around messing up my hair it's ******* with reality and time so you been messing with the way I look at the floor when I look at the walls I see demons crawling from the creeks and the cracks and they're not yours but they're mine and they're coming back this time it's different I don't think I can stop them they're consuming me but that's okay I guess to you it's not like you mattered from the beginning so I guess I'll just be consumed.