Someone held me last night
I don’t know who
It could’ve been a stranger; could’ve been you
The problem with my mind is that good things never last
I try to focus on my future, get stuck in my past.
I’m scared of myself, and that when I disappear
I’ll leave holes and broken hearts for several thousand years
I’m feeling hope, and I don’t know why
I think I’ll find a reason to stay alive.
All my friends are problems, so am I
We realize who we are, hide in our lies
Which should I choose? The light or dark side?
I’ll give you a chance: Light, friend, truth
Just give me a reason: Future, pain, or you.
I guess we’ll see what happens.