'Not everything we love, grows with age. Your roses will blossom and fade away. Take me away, take me, so I can live guilt free. And I'll hold onto these memories, and every last thing you ever said to me. And I promise to remember you for who you are, and not who you wanted to be. But I'm so close to giving up, your judgements sink in, and I've had enough, of all the things I love so much, I'm drowning, you let me. And I'm scared of my regrets, I'm terrified there will be nothing left.'  - conceptions / guilt free