Every day that I'm alive, I always wonder if the breathes I take are all mistakes... If I should hold it til my life is gone, if I should fall and let it end. If I should just let go... Maybe... Because living, breathing, and moving doesn't mean you're alive. Maybe I was never truly alive. Perhaps I don't deserve to be alive. Ending everything now just feels like I'd be saving myself from years of heartaches, heartbreaks... Years of lying. Years of crying. I've already realized the mistakes I've made, but that doesn't make it better, the regret of all my years, dreams hopes fears, are what keep me awake at night. Don't worry, babe. It's okay that you never loved me. If I were you... I'd probably hate me too.