I thought maybe I could write about rainbows and unicorns if I was happy,
but the dreams that I die in, are the best I’ve always had.
I have got a minute to be all or nothing,
but I don’t want the light to fight me when I am in the dark,
this is what it feels like to say goodnight but mean goodbye.
I will probably never find the meaning of life in other people,
since I’m still here, I have got to act as if I meant to be here.