The more I think about it the more memories come up, I do such a good job at hiding things in my head, behind senseless goop and wasted minutes. I find all the times where you did me wrong, I find all the times I should of gotten up and left. You are a waste of my breathe. But with out your hideous actions I wouldn't be this deep. That's the only thing I thank you for. But you're welcome for the world I gave you. Puta.