Shots were fired nuntil there was nothing left. nI'll point this smoking gun ntill I bleed these clouds dry. nAnd if I let these words ndie behind my tongue, nI'll suffer the same fate as this sinking sky.nnSo many seen through my eyes have failed before me, nbut at least I tried.nnWhat are we waiting for? nHolding on to remnants of our former selves . . . njust know this won't last forever. nCross out the past, nmark it where it stands nits dead and gone. nThis might be our only chance to make it out.nnWe are the ghosts looming over your head, nwe are the skeletons in your closet. nDying to be set free njust loosen up your grip, nbury those memories nand lay them to rest.nnWe're always facing forward, nbut these steps they take us nowhere. Our only choices are giving up nor giving in.