I Can't. You Can't Rewrite The Past.

A Lot Of You Cared, Just Not Enough.

Maybe If I Forgot Things Once In A While, We'd All Be A Little Bit Happier.

After All, How Often Do We Get A Second Chance?

My Breathing Begins To Slow. The Tension In My Muscles Starts To Relax. Then, A Click In The Headphones. A Slow Breath Of Air. I Open My Eyes To Bright Moonlight. And Hannah, With Warmth. Thank You.

Rejection Always Hurts, But Having It Come From My Best Friend Was The Worst.