Maybe shooting stars are afraid of the dark
And that's why they shine so-
Maybe they're just as scared as I
Of fading into nothing-
Maybe that's why they combust,
Why they burn themselves so-

A narrow path to follow-
Death is inevitable.
The hardest pill to swallow-
This life is inedible.
So use what you've got and burn bright while you've got it-
Living longer isn't worth it if you'll still just be forgotten.

Empty the tanks,
Burn that last candle,
Red line this ****** and lose grip of the handle.