All of the things you do to try to control yourself, but who has the control? You know you're going nowhere fast, in the end, just fucking yourself, already beneath me, some kind of shell of a man,
You try to push against it, and the more it wraps around you. Because I opened you up and made you vulnerable, and you didn't even realize before it was too late. Now you don't care about the way out. You don't care about the other side.
