I am damaged to the point of repair.
Where I just pick up whats left and keep walking.
Even if that is only by a sad piece of skin.
[In my case, a beauty I am dared to call my own]
I want to let go, and you're not letting me...


Stupidity is:

Jealousy over nothing.
Doing things that you know will hurt her to yourself.
Punching walls that don't belong to you.
Smoking.


Oh how I've gone mad. When you see me, tell her to come back?