theres not much to say, theres nothing left to be done, all whats left is just a girl who's living within her past. she didnt care, she knew this would happen. those words, those sentences, those phrase shouldve been left unsaid, kept inside like nothing ever happened. the way he turned when she said hello, was deaf by the sound of the freeway, blinded by the lights. it was just a phase, a way that she can get over everything that ever matters. shit happens just on different days.