so here we begin the new exile running away from things so good they hurt how can the end of a love dream leave us heartbroken? and if phantoms can hurt us when will we be healed? when will we be whole? when will we be satisfied? i just don't know the answer i just keep trying to keep my heart from stopping and hope that one of the winners among all of the things at war inside me is my self and that my self can overpower my life or at least stop fighting