kill the child inside your head suffocate and pick apart what's left. I remember being fourteen and fantasizing about everything. I remember nine years later and feeling the same way. in another nine, well just put me to sleep if I'm in the exact same place.
I wish you'd feel the same less upset, but with your head on straight I wish you'd feel the same if in another nine, and you're not doing fine I wish you'd feel the same well in the end, I have myself to blame I wish you'd feel the same.
I'll compose myself enough so I won't spill my guts on the floor but I'll probably cough some up I know I've told you this story a dozen times or more but I guess that I just forgot
add more wood to the fire I wish you'd feel the same add more wood to the fire and I’m the one to blame.