We were standing there looking out at annihilation. In very direction that we turned was utter fucking chaos. Five years ago and I hate myself already. It's all just one big fucking joke.
Don't close the door, just walk away - this dreariness is killing me. My mind can't stop from turning back and thinking of all the things we could have done. We should have done something, anything. What's the point - it's all over now.
So walk. Walk away.