Running out of reasons to try.
Running out of things to
You hear it.
You feel it.
You pin it to your fucking
How do we act like this?
We've left each other
My problem is I can see it.
My problem is
I've had better days.
ENOUGH.
I'm not good enough.
How do I know
I have nothing but contempt,
For how you think and how
I just watched somebody die.
I just swallowed another lie.
I don't
Watched your lips move during that interview.
Spitting poison that's not
You've got to give to get.
I took too much
I'm doing alright with my convictions.
You're like everyone...
You climbed a
