I am running on empty.

The fumes have long since disappeared.

I am feeling bone dry.

The gauge reads empty and that's how I feel.

What more do I have left to give?

What good is my advice if I don't want to live?

What's done is done and I'm breaking down on the side of the road.

What's done is done and I've broken down and I have never felt more alone.

I can't seem to see what lies ahead.

These city lights are blinding.

I have to find my own way.

I don't want to be like this.

I wouldn't wish this on anyone.

I left because I didn't want you to see me like this. 

I can only be myself when I am by myself.

What is left but to start all over?

I swear I'll make it right this time.

This town has nothing left for me.

I'm moving on to god know's what.

I have to believe that there is something better out there.

I have to believe that I can make it anywhere.

I swear upon this cast that I will not break myself again.

I have hurt for long enough.

I need air for these collapsed lungs.

I can barely stand but I will find the strength within to start again.

Will you take my hand?

A new city, a new night, will bring this corpse back to life