Whats the plan now when all thats left is broken shit and no regrets. I hope we make it out of this one. Chances are pretty fucking thin. Irs so dark and calm outside. I can hear the sound of my smoke slowly burning out. I guess I’il never give up smoking. Bad habits help me forget. Like a deadly train wreak everyone saw coming. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. Well thats a pile of horse shit. I’m checking out, Over and out. I’m keeping whats left of me. I’m checking out, Over and out. Im keeping my broken key. Im checking out. Lightning hit me in the face. But I’m still standing. When everything is said and done. I’m moving forward. Over and out