You've never ask me what I think about you, but I'll tell
you what I do think about you.
I think you're scared. I think you're insecure. I think
you've lost who you are to be someone else you're not. You
might think you're being you, but you changed to fit what
someone else wants. You changed to keep others happy. You
used to have fire and you used to have guts. Now you're
too damn shit scared to remember what having guts means.
You're vulnerable and naive. You wanted escape. You got it
only to lock yourself into another enclosure. And you
don't even realise it. Maybe one day you'll figure out
what the common denomintator is.
And one by one people are just going to fall away.