Who's gonna feel happier when you're dead.
Who's the real sober.
Who's actually pretend.
Me too. I wanted to know as much as you want it. To know. To see the faces at your funeral. To see whether your closest friends would come, to see whether your families are going to be sad or they just simply don't.
But how come you ever gonna do that?
You're already dead. Remember?
I've on my worst level, and I can't juggle anymore.
It's way too hectic.
And I just don't love being in gloomy night anymore. No more.
