I'm not kind to her
I'm not here
I'm not there
I see d**h sometimes; I see life there all the time
I can't stand this place; I can't stand the evenings
I will rig pleasure(?); I will rig this pleasure
This life has gone too far
This life has grown too small
We've gone too far
I'm so irritable; I'm so pissy all the time
I keep fighting you; I keep holding on to time
I'll stop loathing on; I'll start asking what is mine
I'll dig a grave for you
I'll dig a grave if that's what you want me to do
Please make sense of this hard time
Please make sense in this lifetime
I will bury
You with me
We'll rot, too–
Forever