Life is full of unanswered questions and unsaid goodbyes.
Days go by and I am left wanting and longing for the life and people I left behind. Somehow I feel as if what I've been looking for is further away than ever, and the dreams I dream are becoming meer fleeting images of a boy who forgot to grow up.
There's a demon, a minor demon, sitting beside me, fucking with my head. Laughing at me, mocking me. For my defeat has never hurt as much. Even though I have changed inside and out, they still treat me as the boy I was, the boy I so desperately wanted to run away from. Perhaps there are some things we cannot shed, and some parts of our soul we can never destroy. Maybe this is just how it all goes down.
We're going to make it you and I, right?
All we need to do, is save the world tonight.
