2017
It's all your fault.
I can't take the blame.
All I want is power; Power over you because
I am insecure.
You can't be independent, no
I can't be co-dependence because eveRYTIME I TRY
There I go again.
Let's just forget about it...
Maybe tomorrow, tomorrow you can try.
White hair, red ties - yes, they represent me.
You can face me through them.
Try tomorrow.
You can't have yourself, no, you won't have anything -
No peace, no hope,
No respect.
Feel this kick. Kick.
Oh, is this your arm? Let me grab it.
Be safe walking out of work tonight - You might attract
Me.
If you make it home -
enjoy those dishes! laundry! kids!
You like that stuff, don't you?
I guess it doesn't matter,
You don't have a choice.
Try tomorrow.
I want that kid.
Well, I don't want that kid. I won't support that kid, it'll be miserable everyday but
I'm a guilty person.
So you're having that kid.
Sorry?
Disagree?
Try tomorrow.
Thank God for me tomorrow becomes yesterday,
yesterday quicker than it becomes today for you.
So now,
Accept this blame.
You lost my keys.
You broke the pipes.
When you bled,
You lost your rights.