I chose death over life, wanted to meet my maker I was dying inside.
Pain too great to deal with me made me try to take my life. But now I've seen the light, I've got a second chance at life.

I'm not retracting my old tracks.
I'm never going back.
To the locked doors and the blinding lights and the uncertainty of whether or not it will be a good or bad day. I never want to wonder what life would be like without me in it, because I'm alive.

I've taken what I've learned with me, it's all I know, and I'll been kickin' my old shit out the front fucking door. Because I don't need it anymore.
I'm taking steps forward one foot at a time, making sure not to fall.
And it will be the last trip of my life. Reaching up while the ship sinks to the bottom of this dead ocean.
A thousand stars couldn't shine through all the shit we've been through, in this world that has no ending. I'm never going back to blinding lights.