I'm bad at making mistakes though I still make a lot of mistakes. But I internalize the problem five times over Until I can't seem to speak. No goodbyes, I'll flee the scene Start my perfect life as an imperfect loner. I've been planning my d**h 'cause I wanna have a really good d**h. I want heroism, mystery and courage. Does anybody think about these things? Every time I lay down recently I've been overcome by nightmares filled with stabbings, guns and flames. I'm disappearing, no one's saving me. I'm running to the undertow 'cause it's inviting. Not responding. I'm in hiding, fighting off myself. So "k** Me Sarah," I get stressed out too. I'm teeming with the regrets of constantly clinging to the lonely, depressing. I'm rebuilding myself. Oh, I gotta have a way better self. I'm starting by having conversations sober. But even with the things I try to change, the only thing I want will stay the same That someone will miss me when my life is over.