Getting high used to be like how you imagine heaven. Pure light. The perfection of it all. Even in me. Then I got lost. Kept trying to climb higher. Get closer to that light. Like an endless ladder where all you do is get further and further away.
You remember everything. Everything you did. And it’s gonna happen again. And again and again. And you can’t stop it. ‘Cause it’s our destiny. And you can’t fight destiny.
We are going total bye-bye, right? You swear you don’t have any unfinished business here? Because I am stuck in this place, thanks to you, so I want to be one 100% sure that when I do this, I am done with your miserable old ass. In other words, don’t haunt my hallways, b**ch.