(Being friends with you is like being friends with a straitjacket.

I'm human. I make mistakes. Actually, I make a lot of mistakes. I'm not perfect, but neither are you. I just need some air. You're suffocating me and the only thing I can ever think to say is "I'm sorry."

But why should I be sorry for all of your mistakes?

Please let me breathe. I feel like you only love me if I do the "right thing." If I choose the wrong path, you want absolutely nothing to do with me and you don't bother hiding it. I can't take it; I can't take it; I can't take it! I'm gasping for air. I'm choking, and I just need to breathe.)