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.