when did this all start anyway?
we have all the time in the world to kill, so let's converse over my imperfections
you did it all the time, even when i was standing next to you;
why should now be any different?
you have already shattered my self-image with your self-righteous fist of disapproval
i guess when i wasn't there, i wasn't there period
was i?
no
trust is not an option with me anymore
my secrets are my secrets
i've been pushed into this state of discomfort once before
i cannot act like it doesn't bother me
my eyes strain clearly enough for you to understand something your lack of compassion will never allow you to see