Standing here alone, 
searching over this city of nothing 
for something better than this. 
Knowing this seems almost nonexistent, 
I decide to stand here forever, 
or to end it all now. 
My life has been a waste this whole time. 
I've figured nothing out. 
Twenty years for this? 
Twenty years for nothing. 
I'd give it all away just to start over. 
Looking back on my life, 
I wrote this letter for you. 
I chose these words with my heart. 
I am alone.