Mercy

What it's about

I made a monster out of mercy. I gave him the door and he stayed in the room. I wanted him to sit down, that was all it was. Sixty days so he'd feel what it cost. But you can't hand a man his life back and pick which part of him comes back with it.

Two of them went home. One of them went off. Now the ends is out looking, and I never sent them. That's the part nobody believes.

You can leave a place. The place don't leave you.