We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than we should that we go bankrupt by the age of thirty and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. But to make yourself feel nothing so as not to feel anything – what a waste!
If I soar without grace,
do I still soar?
It’s all right, you can go, you were never really here.
Where is the line
Between progress and decline?
I close my eyes and fall apart…
When I was a very small boy
Very small boys talked to me
Now that we’ve grown up together
They’re afraid of what they see
That’s the price that we all pay
And the value of destiny comes to nothing.
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
It’s never been so real
What doesn’t kill you makes you stranger
But wipes away the fear
You can cry all you want
But it won’t change the fact
If you want to survive
You will have to react.