Exiting... From Center Stage.
Onetwo
three...
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock...
Four
five
six...
Seconds
go
by
quick...
But anger stays there for years...
Did
you
know,
Dad?
I bet you didnt.
That
I
hate
you?
Nope, you just dont understand.
And
how
could
you?
Its not like I ever talk about it.
But
then
again
Dad,
that shouldve been the first clue...
You see silence is the best way
to
make
sure
you
dont
yell
at
me...
But who thought that hate would turn
and
make
hurting
myself
the
best
policy?
Rediculous, right?
I
mean
really?
Slitting
slivers,
watching the clock go
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock?
Waiting
for
the
gun
to
get
cocked?
And then blasting...
Damn...
I
never
used
to
think this way...
And
its
funny...
'Cause you think I'm changing because of my friends...
But
really,
Its
all
on
you...
You
made
me
this
way...
You
think
my
tantrums
are
bad?
Just wait...
Because
obviously
you
dont
get
the
fact...
That you are just making me worse...
So
go
on
and
set
the
stage...
For the biggest show in the world...
The
day
your
"baby
girl"...
Leaves...
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