He's One Of The Last Friends I

Why Do People Want To Pretend That Death Is Sleep? It Isn't. It Isn't.

If We Stay Together, I'll Have To Forgive You Over And Over Again, And If You're Still In This, You'll Have To Forgive Me Over And Over Again Too. So Forgiveness Isn't The Point. What I Really Should Have Been Trying To Figure Out Is Whether We Were Still Good For Each Other Or Not

It's Stupid To Miss A Thing When There Are So Many People To Miss Instead, But I Miss This Train Already, And All The Others That Carried Me Through The City, My City, After I Was Brave Enough To Ride Them. I Brush My Fingers Over The Car Wall, Just Once, And Then Jump.

It's Not Sacrifice If It's Someone Else's Life You're Giving Away, It's Just Evil.

Oh. I Just Assumed... That Because I Am So Absorbed By Him Everyone Must Be Too.