Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying

{by Pete Wentz} (a poem read at the end of the song by Fall Out Boy)

"From day one, I talked about getting out
But not forgetting about
How all my worst fears are letting out
He said 'Why put a new address
On the same old loneliness,
When breathing just passes the time,
Until we all just get old and die.
Now talking is just a waste of breath,
And living is just a waste of death,
And why put a new address
On the same old loneliness,
When this is just you and me,
And me and you,
Until we've got nothing left.'"

[This song came up on my shuffle the other day, and I remembered screaming these words at the top of my lungs at 13 years old, wondering if things would ever get better.]