What a day. I can barely keep my eyes wide open. I don't wanna see straight. What a day. Feels like my breath is heavy again. And I'm totally faded. .
I wake up to a smoking gun. The evidence is in your head. There's no proof of guilt or innocence. . I'm finished with you taking me through. A line of questioning that feeds you.
My thoughts can be so vicious. Committed to a plan. The fear becomes ambitious. Taking me till I am gone. . I don't know how it started. Beating up myself.