loss cannot **** me,
but i'll certainly change.
in love with myself,
is a dream i don't see.
but i'll keep heading north,
where a door could appear.
pray to god, see you there,
so i stay in this room,
replay all that I'll lose,
maybe it's a waste of time,
but it's better than a noose.
while i try to stay around,
just as long as there's room.