Testo Graduation Day

The morning's ringing in my ears. Get up and get out of your head. I swear it's been this way for years, but I'd be lying to myself if I said I haven't changed. Every day that goes by, less of me remains. Get up and get out of your head. But I skinned both my knees from too much time spent on the ground. I'll stand back and watch them bleed while I figure all this out. And all I learned is that I learned nothing. I'll keep making my mistakes but I can never stay the same. I don't think that I am afraid to die, but I'm fucking terrified of not living. I never remember that nothing lasts forever.