I'm not asking for favors. My whole life, I've felt like a burden. I think too much, and I hate it. I'm so used to being in the wrong, I'm tired of caring. Loving never gave me a home, so I'll sit here
Oh, my God, look around this place. Your fingers reach around the bone. You set the break and set the tone. Flights of grace and future falls. In present pain, all fools say, "Oh, my God" Oh, my