Hold me now I need to feel complete Like I matter to the one I need His disease rolls off my tongue, and I catch myself in his persona. I grew another shell to elude in my circumstance. SILENCE. I can't say I'm sorry. I've lost my conscience. Everything feels like it has good intentions attached to its forced fed mistakes. And I want it all. Pretty faces left marks under my skin. The only person I can ever kill, is myself.