Flow Kaonashi

Do you remember when we first met?
The shaking of our hands and the cold gross sweat?
Showing symptoms of summer: amazement and wonder
How could I ever forget?
And I just wanna

Do you remember when we first met?
The shaking of our hands and the cold gross sweat?
As cold as winter
Friendships, they wither
And fall apart at the seams
I know you know what I mean

And it goes on and on and on, self analysis
The catalyst for my inaccurate criticisms
I try to hide it, but some days I can't fight it
And some weeks, I feel weaker
And some months, they just keep dragging on

Essentially, I am a martyr (a martyr)
A friend for hire, a ride home
I bite the hand that feeds
'Cause it's other hand around my fucking neck

Quit depending on me
Depending on me
Depending on me
Quit asking for every fucking thing