You've always had a good grasp on what's right and wrong. You just have a hard time admitting that sometimes you choose the wrong.

I don't believe that. I don't believe that there are bad things about you. Only things that you think are bad.

Stay here, baby … Trust me, okay? Don’t run.

Like a feather in a dust storm, with no direction The Raven flies through life, helpless and omitted Until night declares and the wind expires. Then it flies to the land of stones and etchings And becomes an Ember, breaking away

But sometimes stuff happens and we find ourselves lost, and suddenly we're standing in a place we don't recognize and can't remember walking-or falling-there, and we're unsure how to get back or if we even want to.

I've been at the place where it seems like the only way left is down.

I can handle scars, especially one's on the outside.