It will, and it won't be a good thing.
Really, it's all worn out at this point.
And these negative ideas keep creeping up on me,
They're going to drive me insane someday;
Everyone's always pushing me off the edge.
Sole Survivor? Perhaps they don't see the point?
In the end, they're just like pointless lights
That consume my days while casting shadows.
Can you handle the shadows within my heart?
Just being up in the canopy is enough to throw you into disarray.
Even though I told you not to enter, you went ahead and did it anyway.
After taking a peek, you turn and flee indefinitely.
But, I whispered, "I was waiting for you."
And after all I knew and kept from you.
I expected your fear of me before I even set foot in that place.
Goodbye, my phony savior.