I Want To Look Back.

But I Do Know Which Is The Least Popular. The Truth.

She Wants To Believe My Excuses So Bad. Every Time I Lie, She Wants To Believe Me So Much.

Whenever I'm Out Late She Makes A Sandwich For My School Lunch. I Always Protest And Tell Her Not To, Saying I'll Make My Own When I Get Home. But She Likes It. She Says It Reminds Her Of When I Was Younger And Needed Her.

But They Were Wrong. There Was A Reason.

I Needed A Break... From Myself.