I guess I'm just looking for salvation. Or maybe I'm looking for something to save or someone to blame. My life's a mess, just like the way I'm a mess. I'm complicated and full of flaws. I'm sure you don't want me by your side. But here I am, I'm living to provoke the world. Sometimes I wish I was dead, but don't we all? Life's better if we're not living. It looks better, it tastes better. But I made a promise to myself. And I'm not letting go. I'm not leaving.