[Storyteller.]

How are you feeling?
Do you feel okay?
'Cause I don't.

It keeps me reeling.
Will I ever be the same?
No, I won't.

It's a cold day in a cruel world.
I really wish I could have saved you.
Then who would have saved me from myself?

Right now, well, I could use a stiff drink
to kill the pain that's deep inside my bones.

Have you been dreaming?
I don't dream at all.
I have nightmares,
memories careening.

Have you come to kill
what's left of my smile?
There's no vacancy in paradise.