You have no idea what I’ve lived with … You’re so worried about you, you know what I’ve dealt with? Every night, for more years than you could know, the last thing i see before sleep is the image of you. You and me, over that pit. Your hand, wrapped around mine. And then you open your grip. And as i fall away all i can see is your face. Choosing all this crap over me. Letting me go … Now it’s my turn. Now i’m letting you go.