Right now when I'm alone and have no one my thoughts surround me and attack me with a unrelenting arsenal which I cannot outrun.
I should be used to this fight it happens every night but I'm weaker in the moonlight.
I'm tired of this fight I'm tired of this life.
I'm saying goodbye because this is my last night.
I lost this fight.
My thoughts take control of my broken soul.
As they lead me to the bridge and tell me I can fly.
I leave a note saying "I'm sorry this had to be done, I love everyone and goodbye".
I look up in the sky one last time thinking showtime.
