I'm not throwing you a rope
unless it goes around your neck

You are such an inspiration for ways I will never choose to be.

Why don't you slip into something a little more comfortable, sweetheart...Like a coma.

You learn to love the pain you feel.

You always seem to disappoint me. It's kinda like our inside joke, except...it's not funny.

And I can't let you let me down again.

So take your cold, cold heart, and drown, and don't forget to take deep breaths.

I could explode, you never know, it would suit the moment perfectly.

And the best that you could hope for is hardly the best.

Finding my own words, my own little stage, my own epic drama, my own scripted page. Send you the rough draft, I'll seal it with tears, maybe you'll read it, and I'll reappear.