Its taken me this long to finally realise who you are.
You're doing nothing but playing charades hoping different crowds will accept you for who you are when you're really just moulding yourself to fit in with their beliefs instead of speaking your own.
I can't trust you.
Those coins on your eyes wont help you cross this lake, Cause death is about dignity and you're a fucking fake. Too gutless for even Charon to take you aboard. His fare entitles more than anything you could afford. So your stranded, a lake between you and death but a heart between you and home. This is the true meaning of feeling alone.