I've been walking over graves. Carving out the headstone. That I own. My own. I'm like a monster in a cage. Traped inside a maze. I am home. I'm home.
Bring it!. . My life is perfect, so you believe.. Are you that stupid? Cause I strongly disagree.. I'm not a martyr, more like a thief.. Your rules are twisted and they don't affect me..
Looking back I still have so many questions.. So many things unanswered.. Like what did I do?. What could I do?. Was there ever a moment you cared,. or was I always ugly and abandoned?.