There’s No Doubt In My Mind That

But I Tried, Didn't I? Goddamnit, At Least I Did That.

That Ain't Me, That Ain't My Face. It Wasn't Even Me When I Was Trying To Be That Face. I Wasn't Even Really Me Them; I Was Just Being The Way I Looked, The Way People Wanted.

Memory Whispers Someplace In That Jumbled Machinery.

Take What You Can Use And Let The Rest Go By.

You Had A Choice: You Could Either Strain And Look At Things That Appeared In Front Of You In The Fog, Painful As It Might Be, Or You Could Relax And Lose Yourself