What do I do when it ends? I convince myself it depends on better phrasing, weak excuses; everything I say is useless. My misguided thoughts betray me as all these empty words escape me.
What do I do when it ends to alienate all my friends? Every question I surrender; a victim to my own agenda. Nothing left but fear in doubt in everything we talk bout.
And all of your advice, it isn’t any use. Another big mistake, I welcome the abuse. I don’t want your pity; I’m sick of what you say, watching the expression sliding down your face - weighing down my body, needles in my brain; I’m focused on a feeling ‘cause feeling isn’t pain, not pain it’s nothing.