where do we go

i just want to die. is that too much to ask

can i cry my eyes out and pretend that i’ll finally die

i’m sorry i’m pushing you to whatever hell you have in you

i’m back in this account. wow. to think i’ll rid myself from this and here i go back again

Just like every other constant thing that leaves, you can. You don't deserve this kind of desperation.

Maybe I did believe when you said I was bad. Maybe I am bad to not deserve anyone and even you.

Leave me behind. That's all I ever was worth, being left behind.

You expected a Justin but you got a Miguel instead. No wonder you're hurting.

Ah, yes. Hello Pain. You've come to the right place.

No productions. No freedom of art. No avenues for art. No freedom for anything. What more can you ask for.