you always wear black. you always talk back. you only say how you feel when the lights are smashed. you hate photos of you smiling. there's documentation on your skin. you don't want me forgetting that you forget nothing. who are you kidding? i can see the fire growing. you want to take it back. i'm a mess of questions. i know you. you know i'd say "you can say anything." history won't make me hate you. history is history is history is history.