Maybe my way of leaving you was cold and greedy.

It's sad but true, it ended that way.

But it's fine by me though, cause I couldn't care less.

Now I'm not saying that I don't care completely, but it has

gotten to that point that I just don't care for caring.

It has gotten to that point where I'm just not up for it.

There are things that is worth while though, and those

are the things that I have chosen to fight for.

Things that are just laying there, up ahead.

So you see there? I'm going for those things,

those things up ahead, while you're still standing where

my life was several years ago, moving step by step from side to side.

The simple things in life might feel safe, but safe is boring.

I just don't wanna wake up 20 years from now in my own ugly mess, and realize that maybe I could have done something about my life if I just took that shot when I had the chance, when the gun was loaded,

the aim was set and my finger was on the trigger.

And if there is one thing I know, is that boring's just not for me.

Safety for me is certainty. It wouldn't matter if I went for "it" and failed

or won, cause then... at least I would be certain that I tried

my best to get what I want.

So maybe we'll meet at a crossroad somewhere, somehow, sometime... but the only thing that would occur, is a brief pitstop.

And maybe that sounds harsh, but... at least I gave you a heads up.

Cheerios.

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