Idk what I can say to somehow depict eighteen years into one cunning phrase. This is for me, not you really. I guess I'm not looking to meet anyone. The people who have stuck around for me mean enough anyway.
I am not afraid of what it takes, to glue you to my side. Even if it takes a little bleeding, So be it. And I could go without breathing, And I won't justify it. You just watch me. I've got time to kill