existentialism on prom night

sing me something soft, sad and delicate or loud and out of key. sing me anything. done with what we've lost. our whole lives. laid out right in front of us. and it takes more time than i've ever had. drains the life from me. makes me want to forget. as young as i am, i felt older back then. more disciplined, stronger and certain. i'm scared to death of eternity. i was saved by grace but destroyed but naievity. and i'm lying to myself. i'm still lying to myself. saying: "it was for the best"