I came here every day when I was a girl. I prayed to be somewhere else. Back then I only thought about what I wanted, never about what I had
If I'm going to die, let it happen while there's still some of me left
Your words will disappear. Your house will disappear. Your name will disappear. All memory of you will disappear.
Don't you wish we could go back to the day we left? I want to scream at myself, "Don't go, you idiot."