This world that I live in is empty and cold/the loneliness cuts me and tortures my soul.
If you see me getting smaller, I'm leaving, don't be grieving, just gotta get away from here. If you see me getting smaller, don't worry, and no hurry, I've got the right to disappear.
I'm just a man, no more or no less. Bad as the worst, good as the best.
Cuz I was never pretty anyway and never cared anything about that.
There's always one more way to do something-- your way.
Besides that, I felt guilty. I thought for some reason... I was alive, and Buddy and those boys were dead, and I didn't know how, but somehow I'd caused it.