Maybe* I could hold on for just one more night, but there are so many things I'd rather miss out on like the feeling of being alone while I'm suffocating in a crowd.
But I can see I've brought you to tears so I'll try to fight it but I can't promise you I'll win.
It's weird to think that so many people believe the same lie that I'm fine but I guess that they didn't care enough to be bothered to think whether it was true or not.
So now my eyes are watering too and I can barely see the page and I know that you can't stand me anymore so I guess *I'll leave you to grieve the old me.