Reverberating doesn't help, does it? The words don't make sense. I ask you, I beg you, yet we only retrogress. Why can't we take a step foward and make the best of life? Why is it so hard? Why can't I break you down?
I don't know what to say, except for the fact that I'm trembling. I'm lost in a sea of hope. I wish, I dream, I pray. I long for everything to turn out right, but there's nothing I can do; it's your life. You chose the way you wanted to live, and you curved your own path... but needless to remind you, you're approaching a dead end.
I'm sorry I'm helpless. Honestly, I can look in the mirror and scream how much of a disgrace I am, but what will that change? No matter what happens, we're blood... and if you hit rock bottom, I'll bring a fucking ladder to pull you up.
I'm best but I'm worst. I'm clean but I'm dirt. I'm last but I'm first. Don't underestimate me.
In case you don't know by now, I'm a bitchologist.
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