There is not enough time to spend thinking about things that can never happen in this fucked up world that moves to fast.
Maybe dyeing alone might help considering the alternative.
Maybe my blood splattered across your face will make you realize that my life wasn't anything before you and will be nothing after.
Our life sucks and death would not be much better and there's not much besides that now.
We cant go back now and if we did would you do the same?
Its time to trace the footprints of what we were not knowing we leave our own behind for us to trace back later.
We will study solitude until the silence breaks with my screams as we pop in and out of reality.
Knowing that this trip into the past left us with no help can you honestly say that you want me to live.
I want to show you how much I love you and would do anything for you but I cant when your faith in me is gone.
I turn to see my life.
But I don't have one.
And not much will change.
Not a tear will be lost over my death...

Than I wake up to your arms around me.
The sun shines in my eyes.
Something I thought I would not see again.
I get out of bed to see where we are only to have you pull me back down.
You kiss me and tell me that you love me.
I no longer feel scared and hurt.

And I wonder, Is this really real?
Was that the dream or is this?