I'm losing my inspiration.
Or maybe I lost it a long time ago.

I'm trying to hold onto my dream.
Or maybe I let it go a long time ago.

I'm becoming bitter.
No, maybe I'm losing my sympathy.

I'm still growing.
Growing selfishly.

He said, "I would rather have you dead than her. You're useless anyway."

Yes, it's all true.
I cannot deny that.


I won't do this for you or anyone else. I'm doing this for me.