But my hand has been clenched into a fist for three years now; it's frozen shut.
But what if Shakespeareโ and Hamletโ were asking the wrong question? What if the real question is not whether to be, but how to be?
He can't possibly live up to the person you've built him to be
Anything can happen in one day.
Who says I breathe music? Who says I even breathe?
If I stay. If I live. It's up to me.