Is it when you've swam too far out into the ocean? Is it when you've accidently stuck a pin in your finger? Is it when you've loved someone so much you stop breathing just so they won't? Is is when you've hated someone so much your entire being has been consumed with jealousy? Is it when you realise people never change and nothing really matters? Is it when you realise you have to play the players? Is it when you realise sometimes you simply have to cheat? Is it when you've been broken beyond repair? Is it when you've played with fire and been burned? Is it when you've realised that all the people are somehow beautiful? Is it when you've become a ghost anyway? When can you die? Because if it's according to all this, I'm ready. But I want to live.