You're not alone, unless you choose to be." As she left my room, she said over her shoulder, "It's time to stop running.
You're not alone, unless you choose to be." ... "It's time to stop running.
I see it, Jack. Your muse is back. The thing that gave you passion, tormented you, and haunted you is back. You're reeling in ecstasy and dread. It's something you want, but can't ever have. And the one that brings the pain is pure, white as snow... ...
