So you would leave us, would you?
You would leave us here?
Here on this swirling ball of self destruction,
plummeting,
flying,
hurling,
to a blank, white, screen of
fear.
I guess you were weaker than I thought.
I wonder if whatever was in that bottle was better,
better than what we gave you.
Why else?
But sometimes people never realize,
that when they're looking in the mirror,
the mirror is really themself.
We say that you're a good person,
just that you've messed up.
Did you ever guess that maybe there was no end,
when you entered that illusion of a maze?
I don't think you did.
But everyone's fucked up these days.
