Because it doesn't matter.
But most of all, because I said so.
But weren't you supposed to say that?
I've stolen your line, but you've stolen everything.
Did you think it wouldn't matter?
That it wouldn't drive me to tears whenever its mentioned?
Fuck that.
I remember everything.
Something so fucked up it still gets through the drugs and insanity that live inside my head.
You live there too.
Every story needs a villain, and that you are.
Never have I pictured anything more foul than your smile.
And not just because your teeth are fucking rotten from meth.
But because I've seen what it's meant to cover.
I've seen you.
And you'll know you've felt the warm breath of tragedy when you, too, wish to be blind.
But don't take all the blame.
Or all the bullets.
Trust me. There's enough blame to go around. I made my own decision.
As for the bullets, well, I'd say I hope you live,
but you've never regretted anything in your life, or mine.
You've got it all figured out.
You've got your job, and your car.
You've got your family and your man.
But where is your soul? |
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