"We might as well be strangers in another town."

[northern]

I'm so...

defeated?
done?
deadened?

I don't know anymore.

I knew what I wanted. For six years I knew what I wanted. Even though it's been stupid and idealist all along. I still wanted it. I knew the problems, all the inherent flaws. And still...

still...
still...
still...

It's time for me to go.

I'm just waiting for the right song on the radio.

"I wake up it's a bad dream. No one on my side. I was fighting, but I just feel too tired to be fighting, guess I'm not the fighting kind."