Is it worth it? Is it fucking worth it? Everything, all the effort I put in, all the work and the stress?
Sure, these next couple of years are gonna be blissful but what happens when reality hits home? When we’re apart again and you forget again. You forget me. I’m not important any more. I’m not important to you or to me.
I don’t think I could survive that. I’m just waiting for the crash so that I can burn away.