not even.

you're nothing you make yourself out to be.
just an attention seeking friend if i even dare grace you with that word.

reasons.

When I die, will they remember not What I did, but what I haven't done? It's not the end that I fear with each breath It's life that scares me to death. When we built these dreams on sand How they all slipped through our handsThis might be our only chance Let's take this one day at a time I'll hold your hand if you hold mineThe time that we kill keeps us alive.