Exit Strategy
What's gone is gone, and I'm never coming back. We never stood a chance. We never stood a chance in hell, to see this through. But what the fuck were we supposed to do when everything you love ends up in ruin at the touch.
I'm sorry, but things had to end this way. Kids like us know how to live and die without. Goodbyes are meaningless without. The things you want so bad are always out of reach.
Writer/s: The Sinking Ships