If

you're going to marry me?

Then do it.

All this stuff is doing is doing is dragging me down.

Worrying me, making me sick.

Making it worse, prolonging illness.

Knowing but not knowing.

Can't take it anymore.

Been doing this driving 90 miles away to work and take care of Nich and manage a home for far to long.

It's literally killing me at this point.

I told you a long time ago, the best part of me gonna be all gone by the time you get your shit together.

I wanna be able to do the things I wanted us to do.

Not think about all the things we could have done if we hadn't fucked around for years on end.