Being The Survivor Stinks.

The Sky The Sky- Same As It Always Was.

It's As Though I've Been Sleepwalking And Suddenly Woken To Find Myself Here

The More Distressing The Memory, The More Persistent It's Presence.

With A Secret Like That, At Some Point The Secret Itself Becomes Irrelevant. The Fact That You Kept It Does Not.

It's Just A Crazy Damned Life, That's All.