my mind is telling me it hurts, stop. but my heart digs deeper. my heart tells me, you deserve it . do it for them. and in the end..it feels better. i take in the pain and let it take over me, calming. soothingly. blood oozing, scabs peel off, the old ones are old. new ones appear. my arm numbs, constricting, stretching, holding pains. s'all good .
how awesome of you . and you tell me not to get addicted to alcohol . too late. you're late, i shouldn't be surprised, but drunk, too? and i thought you would've had a better reason. 'i forgot' i would've taken easier . you have the guts to joke around, be stupid, and try to drive home? i have nothing to say, i hope you remember this in the morning.
admit it. you know all you want is my money . you've been waiting a month for it . when i come up with it, you bitch at me .. for giving you money .. um? what the fuck ? i'm so sick and tired of this family, i don't even know what the fuck you want from me anymore. do you notice? do you care?
it's stinging . deeper . only thing that makes everything better