People are like pieces of wood.
They say "I'm strong enough." They're wrong.
He tells me "I can handle it."
But he can't.
At the end of the day they always break.
I am too broken.
Too scarred.
Nobody wants a broken plank of wood.
How can you build a house with that?
I'm the wood that snapped.
He's the wood that's breaking.
And we are all on fire.
