I'm telling secrets.

They say everyone has a choice to make To be loved or to be free I told you once I felt invisible And I’m sure by now you see What I meant is I’m not all there Until I finally leave Some loneliness is acceptable And some’s just outright mean It gets even

And try to just keep moving on, with my broken heart and my absent God, and I have no faith but it is all I want, to be loved and believe in my soul.

Now I do as I please I lie through my teeth Someone might get hurt But it won’t be me

If someone wants to be a part of your life, they will be there. Don’t bother saving a spot for someone who won’t make an effort to stay.

at 17 or even 32, nobody is worth stressing over, like move on, leave people behind, go find yourself, the world is yours, life goes on.

So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my sufferances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger - because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.