I dreamed of the day I could go back to when I was born.

I don't know what I want.
I don't know who I want.
And I don't care what the consequences are.
I would do everything, everything, to have her back, but she hates me.
He's so in love with me, and I can't have him. I won't have him.

We've been together 3-4 months, I love him, so much, as long as I'm with him.
She's gonna kill herself. I can't help her fix herself.
If she's going down, I'm going down with her.
I'm a junk. This life isn't meant long for me.
We live fast, die young. Love hard.
I'm mad at my walls. And hoping an unknown force can repair things for me.

Know that, wherever I go, the pieces I left with you,
will be there with you, even if I am not.
And I won't be there.