how easy can life be,   knowing you won't be here so long.   knowing to someone else you're no one.   how easy can life be,   knowing that the only thing that lasts   is the debris from what once was.      memories can be shallow,   when they're full of lies they tend to   make you believe you had something real.   so dig your hands in deeper,   no one will regret a thing   if no one ever says a thing about it.      because my knees are too weak now,   and i want to go home.   because my walls are crumbling now,   and i want to be gone.   because my bones are brittle now,   'cause our youth is all gone.   because your face is getting sad,   'cause my friends all turned their backs.   they're not my friends.