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.