Nothing lasts forever, the good things will come and depart as though a train stopping in your station of life, and the bad things seem to stay longer as if lurking hoping to pull then wool over your eyes and make you believe it's hopeless, maybe it is, I wouldn't know, I live as though the next day isn't coming, and it finally didn't. looking back I think perhaps I went about it all wrong, perhaps, but I wouldn't change anything really, but maybe if I could, if I would, I ‘d change you, i would give you a happy life, wish to clear the hate in your eyes everytime you looked at me, but I didn't and I couldn't so you brought it upon yourself to number my days, and I wish to thank you, because really, I knew all along that this was how it would end.