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I can't remember the last time I looked someone in the eye. Keeping myself in suspense. Well I've long since sold my soul to a ghost of where I've been. I've long since grown to know the consequences of this life I choose to live. But isn't it obvious? I understand your intent, and where you're going with all of this. (where are you going with all of this?) I understand you're afraid of letting go and that everyone deserves a place to call their home. But isn't it obvious that it secretly brings you relief to hear all these terrible things about me? So I said to myself "When was the last time that we spoke? There's a train wreck ahead, and at this rate you'll never avoid it". Then it came just as clear as day: I desire what will destroy me in the end. But isn't it obvious that it secretly brings you relief to hear all these terrible things about me? From Letras Mania