"Dead as dead can be," the doctor tells me. but i just can't believe him. ever the optimistic one, i'm sure of your ability to become my perfect enemy. so, wake up and face me. don't play dead cuz maybe someday i will walk away and say, "you dissapoint me. maybe you're better off this way." leaning over you here cold and catatonic, I catch a brief reflection of what you could and might have been. it's your right and your ability to become my perfect enemy. go ahead and play dead, i know that you can hear this. go ahead and play dead, why can't you face me? you fuckin dissapoint me. passive aggressive bullshit.
