You

Get out. Get out of my head. You're killing me, choking me, sucking the goddamned life out of me. You're wicked. You're not made for me. We shouldn't be here. You shouldn't go there. You should not do this. Not to me. Keep it to yourself, don't throw it all on me, don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. I'm looking at you, why are you looking away, why are you fidgeting? Why don't we just stop? Why can't we stop? Why are we here, what made all this happen? You know this. You know it. You.