You can't keep me in this cycle of endless [wasted life]. You can't control me. I am my own individual. "But do you really think you're anything without your role, status, or power? You're stuck on me like a desperate leech hanging onto life. You're a parasite that relies on me to keep you where you stand." I am my own individual... I will stand by that. "And what if your crew doesn't think that? They're tired of you being so bossy and strict, y'know. I can tell. You've only got the family to keep you company." I am my own divided person... "You are one with the family, kid. You can't be anything without me, and I can't be anything without the loving embrace of [him]!" ...But, this is hurting me. "Love hurts, kid... It's okay.." He used that smile that made me fold no matter what we were talking about, so in the end my rebellious act was disregarded. With my knees sore from praying, and my arms a ruined mess, there was nothing left for me to do, but to keep doing this.
My lovely palms clasped together like they're glued tight. My knees lying on the concrete an ache for sure. My head is empty, but reciting old phrases. I can't hear your voice, but maybe one day.
