If I don't pay for my mistakes my life won't be worth it, that'd all I've ever been taught. I've taken over 1/3 of it. I've taken all of it. But it doesn't matter anymore, not to you, does it ? Because if it did you wouldn't leave me again. Empty promises, words are only words.
I need someone to just bring me to the point or to just kill me already. What is this fuckass slow burn of putting an extra hole and taking a piece of my will to leave. Let it be done once and for all, I think I have paid enough for my mistakes no?