I've lost my breath, my head throbs there's no point in talking to you because all that will do is nothing. You once were a friend, but now as we grow older, the word friend is slowly starting to lose its meaning when I talk about you. Over this year, I have gone to hell and back, and out of all my friends that helped me out of it, you were the only one that pushed me back down again. So, I'll do us both a favour, and when I see your hand reaching down for me, I'll take it within my hand and pull you down into hell, so you can see what you left me in, through this year.
