The Pros And Cons Of Breathing Testo

I must have dragged my guts a block... they were gone by the time we (talked)...

I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
But you know that I could crush you with my voice

Stood on my roof and tried to see you forgetting about me
Hide the details I don't want to know a thing

I hate the way you say my name like it's something secret
My pen is the barrel of the gun. Remind me which side you should be on

I wish that I was as invisible as you make me feel.