youve done your time, now try and leave. theres a lot of life and a lot of time to bleed. try and cope with what youve done and the burning taste of everyone. falling from your hands.
i hope, i hope one day to know that what ive seen means so many things. i hope to know, hope to live in a time where regret wont be stealing my days from me. in crowded rooms, we were strangers but for moments we were so much more.
and i wanted to say so much, but the words fell short. "youve done your time, now get the fuck out."
