It’s so dumb and not really the point. I wish, I wish, I wish, I could force you to choke on it. With every verbal message you spew, The more the realization that the sparkle and shine, Was just a shackle of the basest iron. One that you released me from yourself. I wish, I wish, I wish, I could force you to choke on it. It’s so dumb and not really the point.
There are always those things that turn out to be that last straw that makes a person snap, and often it's just little things that ultimately don't matter all that much. Other then they're the things that bring us closer to...something.