To Feel Alone Is To Be Alone.

I Don't Mind If Smiles Come At My Expense, I'm A Small Price To Pay.

Sometimes I Can Hear My Bones Straining Under The Weight Of All The Lives I'm Not Living.

I Realized I Was On A Something Island. 'how Did I Get Here,' I Wondered, Surrounded By Nothing, "and How Can I Get Back?

In Truth I Was Manufacturing A Brick Wall Of Shits.

Am I Such A Bad Person For Dreaming Of A World That Ends When I Do? I Don't Mean The World Ending With Respect To Me, But Every Set Of Eyes Closing With Mine.