How precise. I see that you finally caught on. I am a inconsiderate bastard on most accounts. I plead guilty, now that it's all out war. Let's make it clear, you were never more than a lousy score. We miss out by default I'm not even trying that hard. Outside, let's see you carry your own. This is no surprise. It's not that I never told you, we both know I did. I'm sick of the intricate confusion you lay like bait, from here to anywhere but you. (Or where you stand.) Did you really thing I'd make a change yo suit your skin. I don't quite fit your precious little cage. No more distractions. Why waste a prefect day, on your decay. So this is the first time I'm not lying when I said I'm fine. Cause I'm sick, sick of being sick. Sick of being told what or who I am. I'm worth it-every single act of love that comes my way... Did you really thing I'd make a change yo suit your skin. I don't quite fit your precious little cage. I will not break myself. No more.