Control

So this is all there will be from now on, since you've made up your mind to depart; no more TV, no talking, no people, no fun, no more girlfriends who play with your heart. You're a timid and tremulous creature, always wearing your soul on your sleeve; you can't for the life of you step on a bug but you simply don't know how to leave. How to leave things behind when they're done, how to let go a friendship that's dead, not to disinter love when it's all in your mind, and take charge of your own life instead. It's all just a question of balance, why must you suffer such pain? just see living as merely good judgment, good sense, and you'll get your control back again.