don't lift a finger, i wouldn't want you to go out of your way for me. i've only spent the last three years, breaking my neck for you, so please don't let me down easy.

you reek of cigarettes and vodka, they remind me of all the things you promised and broke in the same breath. well does it make you feel better, the watch everyone around your suffer?

why do you sell yourself like this? for 50 bucks in a hotel room, you've lost your reason to keep on breathing. don't tell me you can change, you'll always be the same. and i know just how the story goes, with all of your bullshit endings.

your golden statue stands in the center of town and i wish i could bomb it down...to show you just how highly i think of who you have become: this grotesque thing without a soul, you've become a breathing ghost.