I'm actually done this time.
You called me a whore, you told me I was ugly.
Why would I even deal with that?
I'm not going to.

I'm done with dealing with guy's shit.
Fuck. Fuck you all.

It's done.

Sorry for deleting most of you.
I can't deal with absolutely everyone knowing my business anymore.
If I know you irl and you want to know something, you can just ask rather than misinterpreting what I say in here.

This is the second time something like this has happened. You'd think I would've learned.

Well, at least somebody loves you.

Keep me closer.
I'm a lazy dancer.
When you move, I move with you.

NOPE!

It's kill or be killed.

Why am I still alive?

'AND I BECOME CONTENT WITH THIS LIFE THAT I LEAD, WHERE I DRINK TOO MUCH AND DON'T BELIEVE IN MUCH OF ANYTHING.'

You constantly make it impossible to make conversation.
Keep us comatose but audible.
And I liked it the farther I get out.
We pass it off but it's all on us.
Only common conversation, it took everything I got.
And I liked it the farther I get out.

"We used to have it all and it's all gone."