I am attracted to danger. To damaged people. Maybe if I can fix them, I can fix myself. Maybe, it will be the death of me. And, maybe, that’s okay.

I head one way. But it doesn’t matter how many steps I take, I feel as if I’m just running in place. Maybe, all the roads lead to one ending. Maybe, they all end in tragedy.

Baby, it’s cold outside. But soon the tide will rise and embrace me. It’ll take me to a wonderful place, a place where there is no tomorrow.

My dream is to drive away. To get out if here. To escape reality. But it doesn’t matter how far I go, I can’t escape from myself.

Sinking. Gasping for air. No use. I’m drowning.

The roof top is a haven. The city lights burn so bright. Falling is paradise. Let me fly, let me fade away.

When I was young, someone broke me. I didn’t know it. When I got older, I realized it. I put myself back together, and went through life super-glued. I thought I was invincible. I wasn’t. As time passed, I lost some pieces. Then I met you. You promised to fix me. You did. I looked brand new, beautiful. Then, you broke me. This time, I stayed broken.

I loved you. I loved you so much. But in the end, I guess not enough. I still remember that day, late in October. The day everything fell apart. I miss you. Every day, I miss you. And it kills me.