Call it off.
Call it off.
Call it off.
And you sit the through it.
You tolerate it.
Your pain brings regret and sorrow.
Reborn from ash like the days gone tomorrow.
And your pain is your comfort and your comfort is your pain.

And you'll never TRULY MOVE ON.
UNTIL YOU RID AWAY THE DAY.
AND YOU WRONG YOUR RIGHTS BUT YOUR RIGHTS ARE ALWAYS WRONG.
AND ******* FOR THINKING NOTHING WOULD GO WRONG.

AND **** me.
Oh god **** me.
And maybe this is my torture for being this way.
MAYBE I deserve all of this for being INTOLERANT.
Voiceless
And over all.
Weak.
Because my false strength is  tormenting me until this day.