I guess everything explains for itself when i've stayed around you long enough. And that is when everything doesn't seem funny anymore. I get tired, you become irksome. I want to get back and believe, but i can't. It's only now that i truly understand the annoyance and irritation expressed by her. And then i get so tired i don't even want to blame, to scold, to accuse. Shut the fucking up hangs on my tongue every single time but i give up. You're too good for me to scold and insult.
