We've lost everything, we're down and out, it feels like I can't go on, and my fears are shining bright. My heart beats faster, my movements slow down. I don't think I can take it anymore. I don't think that I can go on...
Why is it that whenever we want something or need something we lose it? Why is it when things seem like they're going well, everything turns to ashes? It makes no sense that I don't know where I'm going or what I'm going to do when I get there, but when has anything ever made sense to me? My heart is burdened by the songs of many, and even though I say I'm the earth, sometimes it gets too much to deal with... I want to go back... Death just seems so appealing to me... but I know better... I know better... right?
