It might take a while to notice that I'm gone.
It might take a moment to think why I'm wrong.
It might be a minute to notice why you're here.
It might be a bit to be sincere.
Carry on.
This girl's not done.
The war's not won.
But I'm still fighting.
At last.
The time has past.
I'm an outcast.
But I'm still living.
It seems
The world's so mean.
I'm in between.
I'm still biting.
Cold sweat.
I won't forget.
Im dumb. You bet
That I'm still writing.
I'll take a second to finally wake up.
Give me one more minute to still not give a fuck.
Wait a little, I have to go throw another fit.
Even though what I'm saying is complete bullshit.
Carry on.
She's still undone.
The battle's won.
Yet she's still crying.
At last.
No time has past.
She will outlast
Everyone that's living.
It seems
That she's not keen.
She can't unsee.
Smart mouth. She's biting.
Cold sweat.
Pain and regret.
Caught in a net.
She can't keep writing.
Hold on, it'll be a second.
Hurry up.
It's not long, I reckon.
Hurry up.
I'm not someone you should mess with.
Hurry up.
Maybe you're the one to question.
Hurry up.
I'm too hot-tempered to handle.
Hurry up.
This all seems like quite the scandal.
Hurry up.
Maybe I'm not some Shakespeare.
Hurry up.
But at least I'm getting out of here.
Hurry up.
