I get you those days. I get everything you'll give
me and I get what I take. And you'll let me take
most things those days. But, I have to say:

It's getting to me, it really is.
I want more, or maybe I want less, or maybe
I want something completely different. Or I'm
just fucking so hard lyinglyinglying to myself.

But, I'll be lying to myself for only a little while
longer if we keep at this current rate.

Life is hard when it shouldn't have to be.
But maybe that's why it's life.