at the end of the day... when there's nothing left to give

she's right
you know,
about the
binging and purging...
it's all so
cyclical,
it's mystical.

and you're right
you know,
to leave?
sometimes i wonder
how we lasted
this long.

and i'm right
you know,
to wish...
because if we
weren't dreamers
sometimes,
reality would
eat us alive