To both my mom and dadI'm sorry that I've been badMy knees are tremblingI'm shaking, sucking my thumbMy much loved siblings,I guess I'll see you aroundI can't run anymoreMy soles are peeling apart, yay~My narcissism isSpreading and consuming meWith pattern paperI'll change my identityHow I long to be loved and held in your armsIf I could find tougher scissorsI would shred my ugly faceLet god's wisdomBring you freedomAnd accept his grand designAnd with a clear mindI can't be fineWhy not? I don't know.And bruises surfacedWith a purposeTo remind me tomorrowI'll still be broken,My seams are torn beyond repairSo long everyone,Sir please take careI