Why can't I see when every time I fight it off? That all this shit is coming back, coming with a cost. What do you do when everything you fucking know scares you half to death and then drops you to the floor? I felt it for so long I can't tell what's been real. I never longed for so long for something that didn't matter anyways. I guess it's plain to me that life's not a game to beat, but if you stick with me maybe we can find retreat tonight. If you stick with me maybe we can get fucked up tonight.