were all running from ourselves but we cant seem to escape that rat bastard no matter how hard we all try what gives me the right to judge anyone when i have done everything that i am likely to condemn them for im just a poor confused little boy striving to be a responsible full grown adult by wearing my dad grandfathers hat wouldnt you be so proud to see this man now escaping from this cruel world with this tool you gave me failing to become anything when i return home from this tour i will cease to exist anymore i wont exist i will not exist i dont exist i do not exist at all this is how i live my life i run away from everything that scares me for a minute or even a second and i dont know if ill ultimately make it im afraid of growing old but im afraid of my future most of all i dont wanna live long i dont wanna die young i got all of these people who call me their friend byet i havent done a single thing for them i dont understand this human condition im nothing more than a physical apparition im searching for a soul that im not even sure that i even have and i dont wanna find it because i dont wanna be held responsible for the things i did when i was lonely or sad i dont wanna be held responsible for the cruel things i did when i was mad dont wanna think about where im going when i die when im living im afraid of my future past and present im afraid of everything and i dont wanna be afraid