hey dave whats more cliche than pain when was the last time that you had something original to say wouldnt you say its getting old isnt it time you let things go dont you feel you owe it to yourself to take some steps to stop restricting growth dont you remember hope i only remember it well i guess thats why i dwell in the past or at least the last time i was kind to myself i retreat to memory reliving histories in my head because its all that comforts me in stagnancy hey dave isnt it about time you finally grew that fucking spine doesnt it only make things worse writing your agonies down in verse shouldnt you destroy all those notes and rants before they all destroy you first hasnt it become a curse no i still cling to notes the raving rants i wrote are kept close theyre archived and filed or memorized in hopes that they may leave a trail which backwards leads to where things went wrong and the instructions to repair the pride i broke and so ive cataloged each moment and placed them within a timeline composed of thoughts regrets and stories that i keep stored within my mind and i know they may not mean much within the scope and scale of life although for now theyre all i have and dammit theyre all mine hey dave 