yeah! now i fucking get it... what you meant when you said moving as far as i can will change everything... i never understood it then but i understand it now the options are slim, the placements perfect no one knows me here... and all those moments i spent screaming at the wall... hoping maybe your picture could answer back... and sometimes, and sometimes, i wish i didn't care. yes sometimes i wish i could never hear your voice... then maybe this would be easy, maybe this would be as simple as the way it hurt you, without thought or reason, without a shred of compassion.. and the fuck ups.. i'm never coming home. it's so easy when there is someone else to blame but i see that same fucking face every fucking day. i'm spending every second wishing i could take it all back and you were so different this is the end. i never got it i never knew what it meant you only appreciate someone when they're fucking gone and you kept drinking, until i didn't exist... well i'm sorry...i'm sorry...i'm desperate...i'm sorry and for once...i'm speechless