Today feels like it might be the wrong day for me to die. I've been spending too much time believing in self-created lies and words are just words until they're put in to work. And I'm standing so firm in this, firm in this. Leave a mark upon the world, not across your
arms, a mark upon the world too beautiful for scars. I can only hold up half the sky at one time and I got through today so I could help you sleep at night. I feel a tired in my eyes trying to find the sunrise and I'm learning that life is getting through the night. I
understand you. A track record of track marks, a small collection of stories that never get told again. I understand you. Take pride in all the marks upon your soul. Oh, they should show you you've been through a hell of a life alone.