Make it holy, lose the only hope we ever had to die young and fucked up in all the good times. Father told me how to make it holy. So he's suffocating my beliefs, makes it look so easy. Repeat the phrase I don't know how to say. Another day in this room, scattered thoughts then pursue. And I can't go at this alone I know this. I stood there for an hour more, should have left, I did before. I wait for the day for you. Do it yourself and make the best defense even if you try to take the little things that drag you down and lock you up inside. We are the Greatest Thieves. I'm sick of writing, I'm out of words these days, I gave up trying, I should have walked away.