You sat there and laughed at every joke I told. I smiled with when I saw the crinkling of your nose. I'm surprised that I was able to talk with my stomach full of roses. I can't write angrily anymore. Now I just sit upstairs alone and lock my door. Maybe one day I'll use up all the air in here. You can't scare me, I've got nothing to fear. Nothing to lose. No one around to loosen the noose I tied myself to hang from the roof, but I can't stand the sight of you. The one in the reflection. I see myself by day and night, as a constant contradiction with a worsening condition of my overwhelming confliction of emotion. It ***** that I hold on to every word you say. Because no matter who it is, you'll treat the next one the same way. So let me be the next one, cause you're the only one I wanted today.