All I am is an expiry date. Nothing but a ticking clock, counting down to the day I leave, and each second that brings me closer to that date makes me more and more worthless to those around me now.
Why get close to the girl that'll vanish?
I feel like a piece that doesn't fit right. I have no place; no home.
I was in a lost, lonely space again tonight and I was searching and searching for somewhere to find solace. I don't want to feel alone, but I would rather say goodbye now then hold on and feel that hurt when I'm really gone. Wouldn't I?