I'm done with everything, I'm gone.

The sad thing is I've hardly seen any of the world, and I already don't want to be a part of it.

Its like the world is trying to tell me that it doesn't need me anymore.

Sometimes it hits me all of the sudden. I try to block out the old memories as much as I can but sometimes they creep through and I fall apart all over again.

I need something for the pain, just to kill this feeling.

Even though theres no way in knowing where to go, I promise, I'm going.

Sometimes goodbye is the only way.

Sometimes beginnings arent so simple.

I'll show you mine, if you show me yours first. Lets compare scars, ill tell you whos is worse.

Sometimes you have no choice, but to just walk away.