you can't stay here.

You stare at me then laugh and judge me. You're just like every other pathetic asshole that has ever seen me on the barricade. The truth is that I've been running, and screaming obsenities just to get your attention. And somehow you've failed to see that I've been doing this for the past 8 years. Before you were you. Before I was me. You were a normal guy living in a house across from mine and every other day I'd see you outside and wish I was you. You were alive. You were healthy, for the most part. You had a life. I had a bedroom with walls that never really seemed alive. Now I just wish I could go back and take the chances I had then. I could've said so much to you. I could've saved the last 8 years for something a little more positive. I still dont regret a damn thing.