Fuck you and all the time I gave.
All the little things I over analyze to make me believe in you.
Because you never gave a fuck about anything I did for you.
I can't read your fucking mind, so I stopped trying to understand the things you do.
Why won't you stop breathing heavy?
There isn't anything here but grey lungs.
I need to know.
The weight is too much to carry.
Why does my head insist on torturing me?
How do you let that control go?
I can't keep soundproofing, keep masking.
Safety is a dangerous reality.
