This papercut is so far from deep, but juse deep enough to cause it to bleed. While this kind of pain helps you to sleep, it's what I wake up to and why I scream. When separation becomes routine I turn the page and start over again. This frustration, as you can see, is what I'm becoming accustomed to. Now I come in peace to let you know what that was for me. So pa** your time pa**ing out and pa**ing on the torches. Forgetting all the sources of your smile. It takes some time, but look around and find a shoe that fits you. It probably won't hit you for a while. Just take a step back and watch me bleed. Watch as it runs down my leg to the feet. At any time now this blood red sea will soak you and drown you. I hope you can swim, for there is no ship or rescue team to save you from you. Just understand where we stand. This corrupts your plan to be fair and a friend. Wake up. Morning. Shower. Start again. Do this alone. Alone I miss my friends. Don't you miss your home? The home is where the heart is. In the night I had a dream. And in it you stood tall. So save you from you. Remember that we miss you, and don't forget the sources of your smile.