Dear catastrophes and friendsnI sold myself short this timenIt reveals more of how I conceive this playnCan't count the times I've turned to you in dismaynBut I would never...nnDifferent hands draw different thingsnI disregarded thatnBut I invented ways to buy myself some timenCan honestly say I've got nothing left to hidenBut I would never...nnDear catastrophes and friendsnI tapped into something coldnThe tables turned a second time with both ends burning brightnBecause push never came to shove just a distant sound of criesnBut would I ever...nnRealize this exit's waging endnI'll be really carefulnRealize that I can't block out this nonApologies are pendingn