We all come here,  and why, may I ask?

Seems to be 90% misery
                        5% humor
                        5% hope

or something like that
Percentages, bah!!  So I guess I come to learn

100% love
  90% pain
100% life

love and loss and stuff

It's all WORDS and not very many numbers thank goodness but
I'm a coward again
because I still believe in them and try to write them and well...I worship them. The words, I mean. And memories. And beliefs and opinions and truths. See, these aren't even sentences.

He doesn't believe in me and he is lost to me now, and I think I know what he thinks of me and he is 90% wrong and since I can't say hello and I can't say goodbye, we just fade away

Are we cowards? Yes, I think so

I always did **** at math anyway