The self-inflicted holds no sway on my conscience.
So back the fuck off because I already RSVP'd to not be at your pity party.
Your hobby horse's tragedy mask is falling off, and everybody can see the smile.
Empty threats, not so empty threats, passing the buck: Three of these things belong together, three of these things are kinda the same.
Why?
Because three of these things kinda sum you up, lately. |