the dreams of which i'm dying...
why not? i've got enough money for a full tank. michael does too. just leave.
the only reason things are so outlandish are cause no one ever does them.
maybe there's a reason no one does them...
...maybe it's that everyone is too scared.
or that i'm too scared to stay.
i'm tired of breaking down.
i'm tired of every second of free time being spent figuring out how to not be miserable.
i'm tired of putting michael through this.
it's all normal then WHAM...i'm crying
it's like, imagine you're in a canyon
and it starts collapsing.
one by one, the boulders fall down
until your whole life comes crashing down
and you have no control
and feel like you're suffocating.
i'm not still here because i want to be with michael, i'm still here because i don't want to put michael through the loss.
all i want to do is self-destruct.
drink until it hurts
smoke until it hurts
barricades in the road
torches
break windows
and self destruct.
i don't want to fade out
and i don't want to OD on sleeping pills.
I want to explode
I want to fuck shit up
and die from it.
When i was 12, i wanted to hang myself. i wanted to see if anyone would care if they found me dead. i didn't do it partially for moral reasons, and partially for fear that no one except mom and dad would come to my funeral.
Now, I want to die in a fight. Or from self-destruction. Just drown in a whirpool of distraction.
Except Michael, I would have no remorse if I never saw anyone or anything again.
Well, family.
I am a robot.
I am drowning.
And I'm weak.
I should be able to handle this.
This isn't how a man acts
And this isn't how an adult acts.
This is the part where I suck it up and move on.
G'nite.
the only reason things are so outlandish are cause no one ever does them.
maybe there's a reason no one does them...
...maybe it's that everyone is too scared.
or that i'm too scared to stay.
i'm tired of breaking down.
i'm tired of every second of free time being spent figuring out how to not be miserable.
i'm tired of putting michael through this.
it's all normal then WHAM...i'm crying
it's like, imagine you're in a canyon
and it starts collapsing.
one by one, the boulders fall down
until your whole life comes crashing down
and you have no control
and feel like you're suffocating.
i'm not still here because i want to be with michael, i'm still here because i don't want to put michael through the loss.
all i want to do is self-destruct.
drink until it hurts
smoke until it hurts
barricades in the road
torches
break windows
and self destruct.
i don't want to fade out
and i don't want to OD on sleeping pills.
I want to explode
I want to fuck shit up
and die from it.
When i was 12, i wanted to hang myself. i wanted to see if anyone would care if they found me dead. i didn't do it partially for moral reasons, and partially for fear that no one except mom and dad would come to my funeral.
Now, I want to die in a fight. Or from self-destruction. Just drown in a whirpool of distraction.
Except Michael, I would have no remorse if I never saw anyone or anything again.
Well, family.
I am a robot.
I am drowning.
And I'm weak.
I should be able to handle this.
This isn't how a man acts
And this isn't how an adult acts.
This is the part where I suck it up and move on.
G'nite.