Everything that you thought only happened to other people, but now it's all true for you. All out of strategies, empty in a perfect way, knowing exactly where I am, only looking to me,
Sitting there blank and vacant. You don't want to cure this amnesia. I've already ruined so much of you; laid so much to waste. And I'm just going to keep erasing. There's no chasm if you can't see the sky.
