I don’t need to hear anything from you, I’ve finally seen the real you. And now, it’s too late. No matter what I hear, no matter what you say, I cannot shake the image of countless horrors and mindless madness. You’ve had your time. You’ve played your decietful little games. You can win no more. No matter how hard you try, no matter how unfair you play. Your game is over. Your words sound like tiny specs of frost in a blazing summer afternoon. They have no affect. Your tears taste like water. It Is only your laughter that stinks my air with a sharp stench of betrayal. I cannot see you happy. You can pretend not to care, you can pretend all you want. But, you’ll always live a rotten life, no matter what.