There is no happy ending.
Not everyone has a magical love story.
We live. We die.
We live. We die. We're remembered,
We live. We die. We're remembered, And eventually forgotten.
Death brings nothing but grief,
Whether it happens at 17,
So please stop telling me I'm intelligent and beautiful.
Please stop telling me I'm going to do something great, someday.
Not every smart kid can handle the weight of their own thoughts.