I’ve been up in the air, out of my head, stuck in a moment of emotion I destroyed. Is this the end I feel? Up in the air, fucked up on life. All of the laws I’ve broken, loves that I’ve sacrificed. I’ve been up in the air, lost in the night. I wouldn’t trade an eye for your lies, your lust for my life. Is this the end?
Somewhere inside me is a merciful, forgiving person. Somewhere there is a girl who tries to understand what people are going through, who accepts that people do evil things and that desperation leads them to darker places than they ever imagined. I swear she exists, and she hurts for the repentant boy I see in front of me. But if I saw her, I wouldn’t recognize her.