I want to break one of you down to the nothing that you know you are a weak soft stupid little loser i can bully until they cry then ignore them while i talk to my friends about bullshit bear your soul to me and let me crush your spirit to dust i want to
You used to think that everything was the product of your decisions. Used to think that you had control. But now those days seem like a fever dream. Turned over, inside-out, on your head;