But what if I want to break?
What if I want to laugh again?
If I were to fall, deeper than before,
Would anyone laugh besides me?
Maybe I won’t ever want to fight,
I’m back now, or am I?
My vision is fading,
And my memory is too.
They say I’m too young to worry,
Or to know what I want from life.
But you’ve found me and I know,
That what I want, is to be lost.