What would I care if you live or die, I told you the truth, instead you fed me lies. I could say its fine, lie and deny but I'd rather feal pain then nothing at all. Maybe nothings enough and I'm running blind, but as you don't care, thats all to get from me. You made your decision, and got the same from me, call it insanity or sickness but these stitches have healed. Rip them from me, in my mind, see what I see, truth is revealed but the world makes no promises.
