I need a little room to breathe. Cause I'm one step closer to the edge, I'm about to break. Down in a hole, feelin' so small. Down in a hole, losin' my soul I'd like to fly, but my wings have been so denied.
The wounds that never heal can only be mourned alone. In my mind my obituary is done. It is done and it is right. It tells the truth and as awful as it can be, the truth is what matters. It is what I should be remembered by, if I'm remembered at all. Remember the truth. that is all that matters.
It may have been in pieces, but I gave you the best of me.
“People fear death even more than pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend” J.Morrison
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