God, I Am Freaking Out. Maybe He

It May Seem That Every Time Someone Offers You A Hand Up, They Just Let Go And You Slip Further Down.

Because I've Heard So Many Stories That I Don't Know Which One Is The Most Popular. But I Do Know Which Is The Least Popular. The Truth.

I Can't. You Can't Rewrite The Past.

And It Feels Strange, Almost Sad, To Walk Through Ther Empty Halls. Each Step I Take Sounds So Lonely.

All You Really Have... Is Now.