Who If you keep on holding tight to whomever seems to weather the storms that ravage you inside you’ll end up, you sad, sad sod, end up you sad sad sod with naught but empty fists to hide. I’m in plays without me being there in like forever. I’m for screams disguised as mails that I simply haven’t read. and know I never will cause I do not deserve a shrine. Erbarme dich, because I’m done. I'm done I don’t want to star in your shows. Have mercy, God, because I’m gone. I'm gone I’m not that kind, I never said so. What I don’t say, it changes shit, being just a walled in shadow set against these blinding waves burning through the mounds of waste fucking years worth that turn out to be so hollow. When we met, I opened curtains that I really didn’t know you hung on to by your nails, hanging on for one to see holding on just for me behind hellishly lit windows. Erbarme dich, because I’m done. I'm done I won’t clean your window. Have mercy, God, because I’m gone. I'm gone I’m not that kind, who ever said so? Erbarme dich, because I’m done. Fucking done I won’t clean your window. Have mercy, God, because I’m gone. so gone I’m not that kind, who ever said so? Who the fuck ever said so?
