You try to undermine me with words, but it is your actions that cut me in thirds. It’s like a song with the beats you hit, but that song isn’t worth shit. You’re not as strong as you’d like to think, it’s that lacking soul that’s the missing link. Every time you speak you have to be right, and you do it in spite, even though it’s trite. You’ll live your life living in doubt, because I am the one who actually has it figured out.
So fuck off.
: )