I scribbled down a song, in my drawing book, about a boy who died 7 months ago....a boy who I watched die right there in front of me. It's an interesting thing to recollect, watching somebodies wife/mother/friend/co-worker burn to death, more a sick thing to recollect. But after you see something like that it kinda reminds you that you never get a second chance at life, so you might as well make the best of it. Right? At least I'm trying, trying soo fucking hard. But it kinda seems like every time I try, I just get more problems. screw hello you had me at goodbye