when old soldiers come to play.

truth becomes you, so wear it more often, dear.

take a long stab in the mirror and choke yourself.

let me take some time to right my wrongs and maybe feel a bit better about what i've done to you, even thought it's not my right or a priveledge that i've earned.

please.

just let me apologize. i'll tie my guilt into a noose and become a martyr.

just give me some time to make the adjustments, and i'll be ready in an hour.

don't give up on me yet.