Yet, I fail. From time to time, I will fail. I try to minimize the failure, To be the mind, and not the wind, To be a kin, and not akin, To be a friend, not a fiend. But when we sail, I'm not the sailor, I am the tempest.
How many times do I have to die to keep on living? How many stars do I have to burn to keep on breathing? How many tires have to be flat to stop me from crashing? How many starts do I have to stop from the beginning?
How many lives do I have to live to have one that's my own? How many burns do I have to inflict to feel my own bones? How many lies do I have to tell to feel that I've grown? How many times will I have to hide to not be alone?