when did this all start anyway? we have all the time in the world to kill so let's converse over my imperfections you did it all the time, even when i was standing next to you why should now be any different? you have already shattered my self-image with your self-righteous fist of disapproval i guess when i wasn't there i wasn't there period was i? no trust is not an option with me anymore my secrets are my secrets i've been pushed into this state of discomfort once before i cannot act like it doesn't bother me my eyes strain clearly enough for you to understand something your lack of compassion will never allow you to see