I feel death around the corner and I haven’t been happy enough. I feel death around the corner and I haven’t loved enough. I feel death around the corner and I haven’t lived enough. Death’s comin’ round the corner and enough will never be enough.
I try so hard to cloak my impurity so that I can hide my shadows from everyone around me. I’ll summon this will, and instead, command it to keep myself alive.
When most people don’t know what real agony is, some of us live on the hope that “someday things might get better”, being not really sure if they ever will.
