I felt alive for the first time in years Tthe night I destroyed what was keeping me here. Ours were the hands that broke the chain with nothing to gain. For kids who hate each other, this is a good place to live. A clean stove, wood floors, A place that I would call home. And up my stairs, I can tell that you're bored. Let go trashed floors. I wish I never came home. Pay my respects to last summer, and 'no pictures in the car.' If I'm living in the past, I'm not living.