There's a very wise head upon those shoulders.

I beg to differ. What I have is a dead end, and no where to turn. Thing's didn't turn out for the best, and that's ok, I just thought that things were looking up, but just as they got right, they went so damn wrong. I can't see how, I don't know what I am doing wrong, but I have to work it out, before I completly lose myself.
I can't sit here and look at myself anymore. I don't think I can last another minute in this life, in this body, or in this head on my shoulders.
wise is one thing i'm not