On lying:
I can't breathe...
Just give it time.
Everything will change.
Repetition, conviction, wasted words.
I fucking hate you. I absolutely loathe you.
Your mother was right.
You are a waste of space.
And a failure.
And you'll be just like him.
Oh God...let me make it to morning.
I pray for light.
Because He wouldn't let these things happen to me.
He wouldn't let his little lamb stray.
I've hit the fence.
I'm drinking datelessly.
I've smoked another bowl to waste you away.
With luck, nightmares can congregate in the middle
and chase these dreams from me.
Just give it time.
Everything will change.
Repetition, conviction, wasted words.
I fucking hate you. I absolutely loathe you.
Your mother was right.
You are a waste of space.
And a failure.
And you'll be just like him.
Oh God...let me make it to morning.
I pray for light.
Because He wouldn't let these things happen to me.
He wouldn't let his little lamb stray.
I've hit the fence.
I'm drinking datelessly.
I've smoked another bowl to waste you away.
With luck, nightmares can congregate in the middle
and chase these dreams from me.