They say on the Day of the Dead, the spirits come back to visit those they love. Well, looks like the universe has a twisted sense of humor because I’m definitely back.
You can change your locks, you can move cities, and you can try to forget my face... but we both know you're just waiting for me to show up. I told you once, and I'll tell you again: I'm not letting you go that easily.
Am I the only one who thinks running is a complete waste of energy?