It's apparent this has been fading for years and I don't know what to say. It's a different beast with the same old face and you let him out to play.
Do you understand all the cautious demands I've left from here to there? No, apparently I'm the "King of the Creeps" trying to set off fires everywhere with no conscience to put them out.
It's more than a figment, my broken brother, you had no more room for me. So paint me indifferent, while proudly lingering for my apology.
Your broken back from no plan of attack left no life in your hands. The honesty of what happened to me isn't worth much more than reprimand. With passionless minutes that drag you down, can anyone save you now?
Life rarely waits for us to realize our disgrace. So count your moves and wash your hands of everything thing that you could have planned.