Sometimes I'd like to know the insides of my wrists.

Sometimes I'd like to do what does not happen after this.

It's crazy, but it seems that I do nothing but let down.

I'm not doing any good.

The me you know is fraught with flaw,

and I bet you wish I would.

It's not crazy, it's just clear.

I do nothing but let down.

That another story for another time.

Another valid feeling you can undermine

Another crooked notch carved in your valentine.

I can hear you typing now (lol).

You're laughing out loud.