I am alive, I am alive, and that is the best that I can do
Golden-haired, golden-hearted; she was the most beautiful person I knew, and I drove her out of my life, out of my arms. “I can’t live without her” would be the appropriate, predictable thing to say, but the problem is, it isn’t even true. I can live without her. I know I can live through any pain, and I hate myself for it. I just want the peace that only comes with death.