Have you ever felt like waking is just to a nightmare of your making? Seeking clarity, only feeling desperate when you ask yourself where everyone went. Everyone you tried to love went the other way and, it's all because you live this way. Losing so much in semantics and, it's all because you're so fucking frantic to just show all the lessons you hope they'll never have to learn through all the pain that you know you earned.

A hope they'll never have to see the things you've seen; never be the way you've been: A man the the sun forgot to shine on, finding out it was only because he running from the dawn.