Holding on to my bruised arm.
Limping on my sprained leg.
Beat up by a gang.
Why?
Because I was disrupting them.
Reminded me a lot of my members.
I start to wonder what they're doing.
I wonder if they feel happier without me.
Probably.
why am I here? why did I decide to be with you? i was just an extra, wasn't i? you never cared for me. or may... Plus
Holding on to my bruised arm.
Limping on my sprained leg.
Beat up by a gang.
Why?
Because I was disrupting them.
Reminded me a lot of my members.
I start to wonder what they're doing.
I wonder if they feel happier without me.
Probably.