take away the saddest things that are in my head and maybe i can be the promising kid you saw in me, but i doubt it cos i have yet to see me digging myself out of this hole.
it must be hard to make you proud when i have yet to even please myself. my whining, it annoys me too, i finally know how you must feel those nights spent listening about everything i hate.
cut me open, see if i am made of stone, it will explain a lot.
make sure your knife cuts deep enough to sever all my vital veins and thoughts.
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