Just promise me one thing. You’ll never grow up.

Cause kids get to be anything.

Aren’t you tired of being sad?
Aren’t you tired of feeling sorry for yourself?
Aren’t you tired of holding back tears or crying at night?
Aren’t you tired of feeling that void?
Aren’t you tired of missing them? And wondering whether they miss you back?
Aren’t you tired of holding onto something that no longer exists?
Don’t you miss being alive?
Yh? Me too.... let’s have a drink