When we were young, we thought the days would get better.   Today I talked myself out of ending this.   I've been out chasing silhouettes, losing frozen smiles to a thousand regrets.   And all the way home, I could see your breath though we looked dead.   "I'm so far from here..."   We laughed.   "Our time is running thin."   But I always knew how the end would end.   I never said I'd stay to the end.   Fuck you, fuck all of you.   You'll never know what I wanted to say.   Those words are as dead as the air I breathe.   Life is just a big second guess, a broken staircase of mistook steps...   You can trust me, it's not okay...