Okay, maybe this was the meant to be: the universe I knew, loved nothing more than balance.

Barrel of the gun, rounds one two three She says I have to pick: choose you, or choose me Metal to the temple, the explosion is deafening Lick the blood that covers me She’s the last one standing “Roulette” Collateral Damage, Track 11

And if I'm not forgiven, then at least I'm understood.

Sometimes you can only feel something by its absence. By the empty spaces it leaves behind.

First you inspect me Then you dissect me Then you reject me I wait for the day That you'll resurrect me "Animate

This is myself, baby. All of my selves. I own each and every one of them. I know who I'm pretending to be and who I am." The look he gives me is withering. "Do you?

I'm so tired of missing things I don't have.