If you're asking me where I'm going tonight,
I won't tell the truth cause I think you know the answer,
I've told the stories of how I'd stare at bathroom stalls until I fell into sleep,
Things don't seem as bright as they used to be and the flowers don't hold the key to happiness in the world,
I've told the stories of how I'd lose myself in blade reflections until I dozed off into sleep,
But I know that I fought a good fight and I'll keep fighting it until my true dying days,
I hope that I never lose myself to my own hands and head.