I can't stand you, silence.
You make me think all the things I can't handle.
Why you got to be my enemy?
Why you make me have a TV or something on when I go to sleep?
Why you want me to cry?
I know that my dog ran away and probably not come back.
I know that my real dad is a dickhead and never there for me.
I know what will make me cry
You make me think these things and more.
Why you make my mind think these things?
Why you want me to cry?
Can't I just enjoy you instead?
No, because that means you lose and I have control of what I think.
I don't think these things when I have something on.
I don't want to cry and make myself sad.
