I get to stare at the back of your head everyday,
Knowing I don't have the status; to make you turn around.

You're running out of time,
But you don't know what to do with the minutes in your hands.

I'll drown you in my mistakes,
And I'll be too stubborn to say I tripped.

You won't repeat your mistakes,
If you don't take the risk of making them.

Poke fun at wounds that aren't there anymore,
Because pushing you down means I feel better than you do.

I'm counting the days between when you're online and offline,
Since I can't count the days between when we talk anymore.

And how much more rest do I need?
Until I stop living life in a daze?

I just kept humming to annoy the people around me
And wound up giving myself a headache.

It isn't the fear of this life ending,
But the fear of the monsters hiding after it.

I'm lucky, I have everything
So why can I still convince myself to cry?