• I'd never grow up to be a bank robber.
    The risk of my last few words aren't a previous chosen
    Of every plan thought of backfiring
    And my very last emotions the worst pang of regret...
    It all runs too high.

    I'd never live up to think of my own well-being.
    The risk of my last few years with no one close
    Of every good memory never remembered
    And my very last emotions the worst pang of loneliness...
    It all adds up too much.

    I'd never look up to those who look down.
    The risk of my last few expectations of myself too low
    Of every attempt to die at first failure
    And my very last emotions the worst pang of self-loathing...
    It all is too scary to think of.

    I'd never think up all the possibilities of the end.
    The risk of my last few thoughts to become oblivion
    Of every bit of sanity lost to hopelessness
    And my very last emotions the worst pang of fear...
    It all isn't worth it in the end.