We're on tour right now and staying in the tour bus. I can't die now and have nowhere to do it alone.
Tour is fun and I like it, but I just don't like myself.
Besides, no one fucking cares about the goddamn drummer. I'm even put at the back of the stage always. That's where drummers are put. That's why I was chosen, no one cares about me.
I could be gone and no one would care until they realize I'm not there to do things for them.
They'd all be happy to find a replacement for me.
No one likes me. Not even myself.
I was already missing before the night I left.
I'm dead inside.
And I can't wait to leave.