these eyes used to glimmer with a crazy love for life, but now they've grown glassy to the same fucking scene over and over. and i want . . something . . . . anything . . that'll last forever just so i can feel some faded sense of comfort. but nothing's lasting. no, nothing's forever. and i'm sick of keeping myself grounded when all i really want is to float away. so if i'm gone tomorrow, don't waste your tears on me. cry for someone who actually had a chance. i was born to die.
