Go ahead;
add it all up.
It will never equal what you want it to.
I will be the nameless man
who writes his own obituary by candle light.
As real as my words may be,
I will always be too ashamed to own them.
I'll learn to take my work home with me
and let it burden my family.
Come on, lets
grow old together in the basement.
I got so tired of the lies.
I turned my phone off
and slept for months.
I know that it's repetitive.
I know that it scares you.
I'm not sorry.
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