 Stories ending, never mind. Stories ending, record time. I know it's a cruel, cruel world. It happens every time. Get through yours or get through mine. It's just another dot, dot, dot. Just another dotted line. I'm walking out right now. Knots in my chest, no matter how hard my lungs try. Knots on my neck, try to speak, but I'm tongue-tied. That knot's the strongest yet. I don't think it's coming untied. Cold in the room, cold ever since the sun died. Ever since the two sides turned into one side. Two-faced people only look at you through one eye. Too late.