Death Grip.

I need a needle and some thread to sew my mouth shut. Close my eyes up, and a knife you cut my ears off. Become that voodoo doll you can control. Doing the right will ALWAYS be the wrong. Well what I thought was right. Don't worry I won't say another word, I won't listen to another thing, and I sure as hell won't see another thing. I would love it that way. I would love to just disappear. Then appear 20 yrs later as a person you had forgotten about. I would love to come back and notice my family doesn't remember me. I wish it were that simple for you and I. I wish everything could get better rather than worse. It doesn't matter. all I want you to know is that MY COMMUNICATION SKILLS HAVE BECOME DUMB.