Thank you

I never was that strong, to begin with. We don't have to prove anything to anyone. Answer only to ourselves. That's the hard part, you see. Loyalty to yourself. Any idiot, schmuck or shithead can stay true to others. To himself? That's a different story altogether. It's a staircase made of rotten wood, this path to remain true. Higher and higher you climb. Some days you'll think you can see the horizon if you lift your head, but that's also a lie. There's no way out. Lie, lie, lie. That's how you see the beauty around you. Lie to yourself. Go crazy, let it kill you. Someone will pick apart your soul anyway. Why not do it yourself? Save others a lot of trouble. Whose name will it be? Who will be there to pick you up a final time? Telling a piece of your story like you were an angel. In the end, we're reduced to such...nothingness. But you know the truth. You lie. You'll lie and keep on lying.

Yeah, I was never strong, to begin with. Pop the morning pill to balance my brain, put on some music, and think about you. You, you, you.

When will you take me?

Will you pick me up
Hold my hand?

That one last time.

I'll smile then.

I'll be true.

I'll see it.

The end of those rotten wood steps.

Such a wonderful sight.

You'll look at me and I won't have to lie.

In your heart, you'll look at me and know

I'm saying

Thank you
I love you.