I'm not in position to give advice. Cannot correct, set a trial. This should be something I've left behind in order to leave a while to dry. Can't I hate you? I abuse you as a friend. You wanted to be god, correct my love. It is time to collect what I've left behind. I wish I just could press rewind. A second I thought I was in charge but I'm just an ant trying to bark. Can't I hate you? I don't want to waste more time but I miss you.