I'm holding onto something intangible, secure I'm holding onto something I know that isn't true I know that you can't save me but to you I always cry I want you to hold onto me because tonight, I want to die
The line between inspiration and reality is a fine one that I often cross unwillingly. I take my personal experiences and exaggerate them to all extremes.
So, don't take anything too personally.
And please, don't worry about me because of something I write. The emotions are hardly ever true.