I want to write you a song, but I shouldn't. I want sing these words, but I couldn't. I want to make you smile, but I wouldn't. I want to write you a letter, but how would I put it? I can't even help myself, so how can I help you? I can't stop lying to me, so how do I remain true to you? I'd give anything not to be useless, but my efforts are fruitless to be nothing but ruthless. I think now's a good time. I'll just leave everyone behind and for a while I'll just be mine and I can finally be safe in my mind without these demons inside screaming, "JUST DIE!" Just let me be me, and please, leave me be. For now at least. I'll be back, but don't expect to walk on me. Not again.