Woorden: Go It Alone. Flatline.

Who would have thought it would end like this? Under clean sheets in a sterile room. What happened to those years? Now all that's left are these remaining moments of regret. These are my last words. This is my final breath. All the things I never did, all the things I should have said are now ghosts that haunt me as I lay here waiting for death. I've finally learned the cruelest lesson of all as this life greys before my eyes: we don't know what we have until it's gone. These are my last words. This is my final breath. So I close my eyes for the last time on the triumphs and failures of my life. On the brightest lights and the darkest nights. Kiss is goodbye.