I wish I had never walked through the days of being dependent on you. That way I won't get hung up on caring about you. I can choose to hate you, or even take revenge on you, but I can't. I can only watch myself fall, watch you go crazy, and watch the beauty that belongs to us be shattered little by little. Destroyed in your hands, destroyed in my heart. Who owes whom? When everything is wiped out, should I choose to let go or escape?