Ending a life in mid-sentence

So they, make believe
They don't know they fool themselves.
Embarrassed, but not ashamed
to admit that I don't know.

F*** the stars - burn the books -
Race yourself to the beginning.

And nothing that I say will be remembered
unless it's written down unless it's carved in stone.
Uncertainty is all that's sure.
Does it really matter?! Does anybody care?!
The stars will fade in time Our voices fade with years.

So I push away
these earthly things - my humanness.
There has to be something else.
Born into the wrong world.

F*** the stars - burn the books -
Race yourself to the beginning.

And nothing that I say will be remembered
unless it's written down unless it's carved in stone.
Uncertainty is all that's sure.
Does it really matter?! Does anybody care?!
The stars will fade in time Our voices fade with years.

And nothing that I say will be remembered
unless it's written down unless it's carved in stone.
Uncertainty is all that's sure.
Does it really matter?! Does anybody care?!
Uncertainty is all that's sure.
The stars will fade in time Our voices fade with years.