The place looks like a warehouse and the crowds of people remind me of earlier in my life, flashes of memories dashing before my eyes. Halee asks me something and I look at her, swallowing, "What?"
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
The thing about plummeting downhill at fifty miles an hour on a snack platter - if you realize it's a bad idea when you're halfway down, it's too late. — Rick Riordan, The Son of Neptune