Please, leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the doorman.
From that moment you'll be out of place and underdressed.
I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it.
Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and...
When you're in black slacks with accentuating, off-white, pinstripes
Whoa, everything goes according to plan.
I'm the new cancer, never looked better, you can't stand it.
Because you say so under your breath.
You're reading lips "When did he get all confident?"
Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
Never looked better, and you can't stand it.

You can't find out. You really, really can't. That would blow destroy every bit of sanity that there's left. It can never happen. The game would vanish, the players left to die. It would speed things up, that it would, but not for the best. It would kill me. And give you clearance for ever. That can never happen.
Over my dead body it will. I wouldn't be able to fix that. Oh, me and my big mouth !
I should've been quiet from the start. Given everyone the lie. Expanding the game throughout my life. Why am I so stubborn? Why can't I just go ahead wihtout caring what they'd think of me? If they think this is what I want... I tried. I did. Why didn't I persist? Why did I give up? If I told them I hated my life and I wanted this one... But noo, not me, fucking trying to make it seem as if I'm a victim.
God dammit woman, bear your burdens alone. That's what they're here for. Because you've got to bear them, stop trying to warn others, that you're not like that, that it's just... Not explicable. Blegh. I guess I'm the weakest link after all...
Now, clear your life, of all lies, clear your head and go along with it. No one has to know. You're nothing anyways.
Goodbye old self,
you'll be withering tonight.
Yet another piece of soul sold.
I'm ready.
I'm ready for eternal darkness. 

Sometimes I wonder
Why I'm still waiting,
Sometimes I'm shaking,
that's how you make me,
sometimes I question,
why I'm still here,
sometimes I think I'm going crazy...

My broken ribs don't mean that you've won,
I tell you it has only just begun....

You're losing it. Nothing more to say.
you're losing every bit of sanity that you had.
You're sorry? So am I.
You hate to see the fear in my eyes,
than stop hitting me.
Stop trying to solve stupid arguments with strength.
And stop making arguments out of nothing.
You turn every word I speak against me.
You want me to be happy?
Stop hurting me.
You don't care about me,
all you care about is that I let you do whatever you want,
and I can't even feel bad about it.
Why is that?
You can't cope with me being sad? Being lonely?
You're the one that's not there for me. You're the one that wants me to be alone.
Jealous? Me? Of what? Of the miserable life you create for yourself?
You dare tell me that because you stopped being jealous it's my time now?
You didn't stop being jealous, I stopped giving you reasons to be jealous.
I don't talk to people, I barely talk at work.
And yet you still are jealous of me.
Of what I've got (and what is that I might ask you? I kinda lost everything)
Of me being smart (you're just as smart as me, if not smarter)
Of me being perfect (how the hell do you call me perfect when all I do is whine and complain?)
The only thing you're jealous of is what I had. What you took from me. Or whatever it is I had to give up.
At least everyone wants you back.
For me, I've been replaced, with someone better than me. I don't even have that to fall back on. No one wants me back,
no one misses me, no one can even help me.
Because in my case, I've got to make it up. I've got to make things right.
No one to save me when I drown.
If you leave me.
You're life will go on. You'll have girlfriends, work, school,
whatever you want.
I'll be left with nothing.
No one cares.
No one really cares.
And sure as hell no one will ever understand. 

Oh, she walks slowly, across a young man's room
She said I'm ready...for you
I can't remember anything to this very day
'Cept the look, the look...
Oh, you know where, now I can't see, I just stare...

I, I'm still alive
Hey I, but, I'm still alive
Hey I, boy, I'm still alive
Hey I, I, I, I'm still alive, yeah
Ooh yeah...yeah yeah yeah...oh...oh...

Is something wrong, she said
Well of course there is
You're still alive, she said
Oh, and do I deserve to be
Is that the question
And if so...if so...who answers...who answers...


Holidays passed, slowly. Glad to be at work again.
Not really actually, the walls of my cell are closing in on me.
You're not happy anymore. I can't find the strength to smile.
I stopped talking to you. There's no point in it either way.
You never really listen. You claim to understand, and yet you hurt me,
over and over again. I miss life. Living. People. I crave for a little light in my darkness.
I keep on naggin' about it, I know. Is shouldn't. I hurt people. The only people that still care for me.
But I can't be living this lie much longer. I was right all along. No one wants to hear what's really going on.
They all want to hear I'm doing well. No one can cope with this. This everlasting darkness. Not even me.
I'd grow bored of it too.
Tables won't be turning for me though. Fortuna's wheel has stopped at rock bottom.
How endure hell in it's purest form?
Did I really die that night?
Why is no one mourning?
On how many worlds must I die before I can be alive again?
I'll have to do better next time.
I didn't change. No matter what they tell me. I didn't. I'm still the same. Lamehearted coward.
Why is it so hard to leave this place?
There's nothing left for me here anyways.
Why can't I just go?
I'm not scared, I don't want to be here, it just doesn't make sense if I leave now.
An yet. Who cares about sense at a time like this? Only me. Only little old me.
There's no sense in dying, no logical course of events... And still, I need to have the right things happen before I can go on with it. Because if it doesn't make sense.
If I just go ahead and kill myself,
I won't find peace. Because I didn't finish it.
Play the game to the end.
Finish what you've started...
please let me go?
I beg of you.
Only two confirmations left.
Only two who have to give their permission.
Regardless of what they want.
I can't be 30, I've said it a million times, I die at 30. I won't live to grow older than that. I've known that since birth.
Why can't I move it up a bit. Not even a whole year?
A few months, tops.
Let me go?