My conscience is so heavy, weighing down with guilt. It’s pushing so hard it’s falling to my stomach and everytime you say ‘hello’ all I can do is bite my tongue and wish I hadn’t done what I did. Maybe I’m screwed again again again, I mess up again, so i screwd up again. I’m lying through my teeth and putting myself in some unlikely situation I’ve never been before. If you only knew what secret this mind pocesses then I’m sure I’d get a kidney punch and a right blow just to show this mark, this mark I can’t wash out only to remind me of all the nights I washed away this pain behind a shot glass and bottle of bacardi. In a drunken haze I can’t remember it all right, but I remember it enough to know that you should hate me for the rest of your life.