Sometimes, there really isn't anything left to say, because you've said it all and everything came out wrong.
You bite your tongue and hold your breath, and try your fucking hardest not to cry.
Emotion is weakness, words are razors and everyone is fucking fake.
And as a sea monkey, I don't see how I could have forced you to pop one out.
No need for finger pointing or specifics, because by default, I will always be wrong.