The last time I found this room comforting CDs were all the rage.
That lets you know how much times change.
Looks like times change and unless I do this will be the story of my life page after page.
Just because I'm in this room, doesn't mean I'm the same, just that everything around me is.
Times change and life goes on,
Times change and spiderwebs grow long.
Relics of an age filled with hidden rage and the pain.
The screams of my name, bruises and rain.
But it won't be that way again.
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