Once, inside, all I hold is ash
Foul, suppressing every feelin'
I'm in so much pain
I have every fuckin' right to hate you
I can't take it
The hardest part was knowin'
That I could never be you
Now all I do is sit around
And wish I could forget you
Who are you to me?
Who am I to you?
Is this a lesson in nepotistic negligence?
By default, you are my only link to the outside
Psychosomatic suicide