I can't imagine all the people that you know
and the places that you go when the lights are turned down low..

Two little names on a wall and I fall to pieces. I hate to be rational, but it was just a reality-check. I mean, right there in front of everyone, everyone fucking saw me when I saw it, and I could feel him holding his breath wishing I didn't, but I did. And I wonder if it will ever go away? Will this be in my head forever? Always looking over my shoulder, always feeling 2nd best...

It's to dying in another's arms and why I had to try it..