Take these tiny pills, and don't be home late. Don't let them know you're not who you really should be. You keep trying to hold on to something you know is lost, something that was gone a long time ago. And you need to stop. Stop before I hurt myself. You're always saying you've got to give before you take. But you can't really talk, it's all take, take, take. You only give because it's mandatory, not because you want to, and we both know that. You keep insisting on talking, and when that happens I don't know what to do with all the aggression. As cold as it sounds, I think I'm better off alone.S.
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