And you won't be able to figure out who I ever was anyway. Perfectly lonely. I thought I was going to find my way out. But then out became in and in became him. And I'm back in all of this again. Trying to fight out demons. Tied to the ghost of all the men I've lost. And still battling with survivors. Remorse? Carve your way out. Get out your own way. Where are all the white rabbits that we had dreams about?