Anybody ever say no? Ever tell you that you weren't right? Where did all the little kids go?
You think you're loved. You think there's at least somebody who can fucking put up with you. Maybe things are going kind of okay. Till it all goes very, very wrong, and you're fucked and defiled and thrown out like a sack of garbage. Sniveling, weepy-eyed, tossed in with the rest of the dregs and dirt and filth scraped up from the ditches...wondering if it will ever mean anything...if anyone will ever notice how goddamn unhappy you are.