Pale People

Damn you for trusting me what's wrong with you? I'll work for nothing less. Damn you for accepting my immaturity when I scream for silence child, I'll work for nothing less. I need patience, and someone strong enough to hold my breath for me until the smoke clears. I need patience, and time to think before I speak, for when I'm short of breath, I tend to lie. Damn you for letting me sleep till noon and get away with it. I'll work for nothing less.