Oh, how do you not worry?

One's sick and overseas,
One's in camp,
One's not replying,
One's out for a dinner,
One hasn't been replying since forever,
One doesn't ever talk...

Oh, the only comfort is that
He's not going but
Still
The thought of travelling is just

Horrifying...

What if I freak out during OBS?
What if I have no friends?
What if no one understands?
What if the counsellors see?
What if I get sent to the counsellor?
What if they all die?
I'd be so

                                                               ­ [Alone.]

What if I really go mad?
What if I die before that?
What if I die tomorrow?

How do I tell someone I died
When I'm dead?

What if my friends die?
What if they're already dead so
They can't tell me?
Is that why they don't reply?

I'm not gonna have any friends.
I'm not gonna have any sleep.
I'm not gonna have anything.

I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead,
I'm going crazy, going crazy, going crazy.
Oh, how do you not

**Worry?

It's bad enough I face you everyday.
Now you want me to fly with you again?

Who was the one who
Freaking lost me at the airport?
Who's the one with suckish navigating skills
Who can't even navigate our freaking neighborhood?
And you want
Us
To travel
With
You?

Are you freaking
Crazy?!

You're gonna end up
Fighting with her on the trip,
As always.
You're gonna dragthe whole lot us
Down with you.

You're not gonna protect us,
You're gonna lead us into some
Freaking gambling den and
Drink the night away.

Are you crazy?

I'm definitely not
Flying
And
Definitely not

With you.

I hope staying up this late
Doesn't become a
Habit.

What the hell is wrong with
You and your
****** up mind?

How could you possibly think of such
Terrible terrible thoughts?
You know it's wrong and it'd be
Evil of you to do that.
Very.

You don't want him to
Grieve
You want him to be in
Total regret
You want to watch him

Suffer

Stop it.
Stop it.
I'm not a monster.
I'm not like him.
I will not **** her
Just to get back at him.
I won't.
I won't.
I'm not a monster.

I'm not.

Ahahahaha...

Oh really?
You know it exists.
The Monster *inside you.
It's just waiting to be
Unleashed.

We're just waiting remember?
We're on the waiting list
For the building down the road.

You're doomed.
You're mad.

You're mine.

I helped you and
You accused me.
Just like
Every single time.
See why I don't like helping you now?

If you ever ask if I'm okay,
99.9999999999% of the time
I'll tell you that I'm okay.

But I say it not because
I really am (usually),
but rather because I know
There's no **** solution to it.
There'd be no point telling anybody because
It would just burden them
More and more because there is

No
****
Solution

Forever stuck this way,
Forever worrying,
Forever bothered.

So I'll just say I'm okay
Because I'm doomed to be

Not okay.

It's the bends.
It's always the bends.
You don't see them

But they're coming.

They're always coming
No matter where:
High or low,
Near or far.

Nowhere is impossible for them to reach

They're coming.
The cars.
They zoom past at the speed of light.
You will never see them
But they're coming.

They're
The last sound you'll hear,
A sudden loud honk
And you'll drop dead.
That's how death will sound like, yes,

A loud honk.

Oh, do you hear
The other sounds?
Hear all the people
Screaming, yelling,
Even the quiet ones,
Hahahaha...

Silently mocking you.

Prepare yourself,
Brace yourself.

RUN.

Hear that?
Oh look, you're breathing's getting
Faster and
Faster and
Faster.

You're going to die, mate.
Going. To. Die.

Run.
Run.
Run.

But oh wait,
You can't

Oh here it is,
This is how you die:
Heart beats faster,
Lungs expand quicker,
Vision goes blurry.

Remember the bends...
Remember the people...

If they know,
They will tell the psychiatrist.
The psychiatrist must never know.
No, no, no...

They'll **** you.
Wipe your brain clean.
Everyone will be gone.
You don't want that.

No, psychiatrist... no...

No.