About: "I have been bent and broken, but I hope, into a better shape."
“Oh, What are we doing? We’re turning into dust playing house in the ruins of us. Running back through the fire when there’s nothing left to save, It’s like chasing the very last train when it’s too late. It tears me up, I try to hold on but it hurts too much. I try to forgive but it’s not enough to make it all okay.”
