“You told me think about it, well I did.
Now I don’t want to feel a thing anymore.
I’m tired of begging for the things that I want.
Scream until there’s nothing left.
So sick of playing, I don’t want you anymore.
The thought of you is no fucking fun.
Hail Mary, forgive me.
Blood for blood, hearts beating.
Come at me.
Now this is war.”