Isn't funny how I relate to the mean things you say about me more often the the good, isn't it sad how I don't blow that top, isn't it crazy that the only one I  ever wanna shoot is my ever existent thoughts.
Isn't it a pain, that I know I am loved, isn't it stupid, that I actually fear the fact you would fear me, isn't it dumb that no matter what I would like to make amends,
Let's end this now just like it is. Let it end, and forget all about it.