It's cold and dark and I don't know where I am how I got here or even where here is anymore.
If that's what it's like here how much worse can it be if I left?
I'm only a fringer really, nobody would miss me someone would lie and say they would but that's part of being in the dark, continuing the lie of, "I'm here for you"
Nobody has to do anything forever.
Trouble is, I actually kinda like it here.
Not so much when it's cold and dark but then that doesn't happen to often, most times it's warm and light and that's something to cherish.