“it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be.”

I can see their eyes.. but tell me something: can they see mine?

‘Cause what’s left to lose? I’ve done enough. And if I fail, well then I fail, but I gave it a shot. And these last three years, I know they’ve been hard, but now it’s time to get out of the desert and into the sun. Even if it’s alone.

we’ll both forget the breeze, most of the time
I can’t take my eyes off of you…