A.R.M.Y
i can't breathe and i can't stray away.
i'm paste, and you are a young child's first school project.
i'm a mess, but the finished mural will come to be one worth a grade.
i can't stand to see another one go.
i cried, this is why.
i can't believe i passed you up, i wish i would have known.
things would be different, things would be better.
for me.
for you.