But I've got a plan
Why don't you be the artist; and make me out of clay?
Why don't you be the writer and decide the words I say?
Because I'd rather pretend
I'll still be there at the end
Only it's too hard to ask... won't you try to help me
hais, i'm tired enough. isn't this shit enough? you've gave me enough trouble. so why don't you do things your way and i do mine? i just want nothing to do with you anymore.
