Tonight part 3

To know myself in solitude and to isolate the restlessness instead of appeasing it with the fire of the flesh. It takes maturity to choose at all, and wisdom to choose well. Laugh? Cry? Sit beneath the tree climb the tree kick the fence I'll kick his face I'll cut my hair I'll cut my wrists I'll drive away in her car I'll jump in front of that car I'll try to get raped I'll see you again maybe it'll never be the same again this was meant to be I fucked up good maybe it was good maybe it is good maybe he'll touch me under the stars maybe I'll touch God I'll touch God maybe he'll damn me maybe I'll damn you maybe I'll play the violin maybe I'll do nothging at all maybe I'll sleep maybe it won't matter in the morning maybe I'll be dead by then maybe I'm dead already