Done with stupid drama, done with dealing with it, done with feeling bad, done with being told that I'm being harsh, done with ALL of it.
I just want to go stand in the rain and scream. That sounds a little dramatic, but it would feel so good to just get that little bit of aggravation out.
And it's not just the current 'K' situation. It's a lot more.
It's my mom.
It's school.
It's a want.
It's an ongoing struggle.
It's a reach.
It's a step.
It's my take on life.
It's an incompletion.
It's a restraint.
It's a lot more "it's" than I am up to putting.
"They're your Last words on death row,
What are they going to think about you now?"
--MORE lyrics in progress.
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