If my car burst into flames, would I even undo my seatbelt?
And if fall of the edge, would I put out a hand to catch myself?
If I believed in anything, I think I would have ended everything yesterday.
And I can't help but think I stopped living for myself a long time ago.
If it was okay to say something I would, but I don't want to be alone.
And this restlessness continues to grow.