Except that when it's all said and done with, I go home to nothing.
I have to look out for myself sometime. I have to try.
There's only so much that can be done before something breaks
And I can't tell whether it will be my heart or mind that goes first.
I can't believe how young I am, and how much longer I have to go.
I wanted to outlive everything, once. I wanted to see what was
at the end.
So afraid to die, but so afraid to live. Now, I might welcome
that end,
but I'm still afraid to live.
There's time enough to cry for me after you die; live while you can.
What have I done? I've ruined it for someone. It must be
me,
because the others are happy. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.