Can you imagine hating your life so much that you wanna bring a back up razor?
Well, I can.
I fell into the depths of things I cannot be.
I am a lost cause.
A short pause.
My last breath.
Lingering on the lips of her pretty face.
If she leaves.
Will I swear to the Heavens that I'll be okay?
Even if I know I am not.
I will fucking choke the picture of you from my mind.
I will deplete all of my airwaves just to forget you.
Just let me forget.