You have my attention, you can speak to me loud. You took my choice away as if I wasn’t allowed to deny the patterns, I can comprims. I want you, but you don’t understand this…. is all l’ve ever had. The past screams in vain as the sinning I do becomes paranoia. The word fool spills out on my tongue trying to get to you. “Pick me” the words that have the false confession printed all over it. Choose your last words, don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry. Sometimes love is not enough, What the hell did I do to deserve this cluster you deny so heavily? Tell me a good lie. Deny me the power to have you in my head. Let me lay back and accept the solitude you so desperately hand.