I hate to kill you, I'd hate to die, you seem a decent fellow as well
There is at least a small chance, still, that this life is my dream and one day I will wake to find that nothing was lost.
I kept my words inside and I never thought much of it, I couldn't feel how hurt that boy was
I don't know you, and I don't know how you have chosen, and with all due respect, I don't give a damn what you choose.
I am trying to write a life, here.