It was supposed to be private, but I made it public. We didn’t have a fucking chance. Those forty days spiraled out of control fucking fast on what we thought was a death bed. But it could have been, man… but, it was just in MY head. Oh, that needle was so long. And the serious talks, so damn strong. Oh… we were doomed! But, it was thoughtless of me to put our lives on display. I was hurt, but it was selfish to broadcast our lives on the airwaves. For everyone, I broadcast our lives on the air. Oh, I’m sorry… I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…
