I'm listening to someone give up. Someone I knew—someone I liked. I'm listening... but still, I'm too late.

Because it may seem like a small role now, but it matters. In the end, everything matters.

Maybe if I forgot things once in a while, we'd all be a little bit happier.

Don't give up on me now. I'm sorry. I guess that's an odd thing to say. Because isn't that what I'm doing? Giving up?

I'm listening to someone give up. Someone I knew—someone I liked. I'm listening... but still, I'm too late.

‎Because if I hadn't been so afraid of everyone else, I might have told Hannah that someone cared. And Hannah might still be alive.

After all, how often do we get a second chance?