After leaving I thought I knew it all, and that’s the worst part. Because all I ever wanted was silence but now the silence pierces like a dart. And I thought I was strong to walk away from ruins- but tell me, does it take more strength to walk or build, in all honesty? And all the words I chanted to my heart are the opposite of what I now croak from the bottom of an empty bottle, from the hollow of my soul, from the redness of my eyes, from the fullness of my mind and every ounce of my wit now only proclaims, you made me a hypocrite.