Lonely shadows following me
Lonely ghosts come a-calling
Lonely ghosts come a-calling
Korbin had no intention of stopping. There was a room upstairs with his name on it, and this conversation brought him only more of a headache than he'd had before.
"Do I look like I care what happens to me?" he half slurred, his tongue not quite able to keep up with the thoughts. "Or anyone else? Save yourself the trouble and don't get involved. I've too many busybodies bounding after me already." Didn't need another hypocrite pretending to care, didn't care for the advice given. He wore the meddling of others on his fucking skin now, like a brand that screamed 'don't listen to Korbin, his wishes don't actually matter'.
All he wanted was to turn his back on the world that had robbed him of all that mattered. Why was it so impossible for others to leave him at it?
"Do I look like I care what happens to me?" he half slurred, his tongue not quite able to keep up with the thoughts. "Or anyone else? Save yourself the trouble and don't get involved. I've too many busybodies bounding after me already." Didn't need another hypocrite pretending to care, didn't care for the advice given. He wore the meddling of others on his fucking skin now, like a brand that screamed 'don't listen to Korbin, his wishes don't actually matter'.
All he wanted was to turn his back on the world that had robbed him of all that mattered. Why was it so impossible for others to leave him at it?
Thousand voices dead at my feet
Now I'm gone, now I'm gone, now I'm gone
Now I'm gone, now I'm gone, now I'm gone
