I went and read ahead to 

find out whats in store for us but 

I left you back in chapter two 

somewhere, 

we're not on the same page anymore cuz

We don't see eye to eye on 

the things that we used to 

and I'm starting to get tired 

of the same old verbal abuse you spew 

when you drink and you think your so cool and

try to make me out to be spiteful and cruel 

 All I can do is keep my cool and 

not fly off the handle when you lash out about make believe scandals. 

 

You make drama. 

You take every day life and turn it into an apocalyptic saga. 

You nag about every little fucking thing that needs to be done for you yesterday

It makes me shake with angst even when I'm supposed to have nothing to do. 

Mind numbing antagonistic stress that wavers me and hacks at me until my last breath.

But I divest from the situation that maybe you have no inclination of the soul breaking gyration of your words on my chest. 
 

And I rest now. 

Motivation unwound. 

My desire to rebel, profound

Im done. I've nothing left.  I hear your words but they sound jest. 

But it seems I can cope with the strain now.  You see I've discovered how.  

I've stripped away any care and now walk with furled brow  

 

Im above it all now and shit can only roll down 

No matter how high you stack it or how deep it gets

You'll never see me trying to skip town

The bigger the pile the higher I climb

Until oxygen starvation has got me loosing my mind