I don’t understand how this all happens.

As we gaze upon events that can not be changed, our hearts grow bitter with regret.

Each prayer accepted, and each wish resigned.

Who are you talking to?

But I’m not givin’ up! I’m just givin’ in.

I have no desire to ever make progress.

I can’t help it, I love the sound of bones crunching.

I can’t remind your eyes, your face