This gonna end up someday. For everyone. In any second.
We're all alone. We have to play our own game, play our own song.
I bet and i hope you life is sweet, you fucker. I'm not gonna hate you. I'm all alone.
Anyway, isn't love what keeps me here. I'm not living for the "love" you gave me; i'm still here 'cause i'm feeling: not love, not hate. Just fear, panic. But i'm feeling.
I'm going back to start. I'm walkin away, was expecting you to follow me. When i realize that you doesn't take my hand and make me know you'll gonna be there for me, i know i was making the right decision.