Do I need a reason to wake up lonely all the time? I don't want to see you, but I don't know where to hide. Some mistakes should not be made, like opening your heart. If your heart's upon your sleeve, then amputate the arm. Swim in circles. Water fills your lungs. Why should anyone else offer their help? I mean, just look at the way you never took care of yourself. I'll be numb, but I'll be free. My friends will keep me honest. You won't mean a thing to me. Now, that's what I call, "progress." Is this what you mean when you say that you're making it easier? Now you want the feelings back, now that you're an actor. And phantom pains cannot convince or captivate an audience. Your monologue was such a mess, a reprehensible pretense. Guilt's a modus operandi. You thought that hope was so profound. What if true love doesn't wait for everyone to come around?
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