From exit to entrance,

Fall and break away,

I always found it amusing how we always hurt ourselves so much at the end of the day, in ways we don't intend to. The present, where I'm alone in the solitude of my room, seems utterly perfect and carefree. Yet, I am exhausted and done with whispering of imploring words to placate my parents, especially.

You won’t be lonely, even if the sky is falling down.
You’ll be my only, no need to worry,
Baby are you down down down down down.

Off to dinner, goodbye.