I'm So Tired. I Don't Know If

My Heart's Been Torn Wide Open, Just Like I Feared It Would Be, And I Have No Willpower To Close It Back Up.

I Don't Like Seeing Her This Delicate.

My Mother Used To Hope That I Would Rise Up From My Humble Roots. Become Someone Sucessful, Or Even Famous. I'm Famous All Right, But I Don't Think It's What She Had In Mind.

No Matter What Happens In The Future, No Matter Where Our Paths Take Us, This Moment Will Be Ours.

When You Stand Out There," John Continues In A Hoarse Voice, "keep Your Chin Up, All Right? Don't Let Them Get To You." "i Won't." "make Them Work For It. Punch Someone If You Have To." John Gives Me A Sad, Crooked Smile. "you're A Scary Kid. So Scare Them. Okay? All The Way Until The End." For The First Time In A Long Time, I Feel Like A Little Brother. I Have To Swallow Hard To Keep My Eyes Dry. "okay," I Whisper.