He pulled a crumpled note from his pocket. It was his own handwriting, a list of reasons to stay that had dwindled down to a single, shaky word: Memory. "I'm done," he whispered to the windshield.
He gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. In his head, the familiar refrain played: How many times can we do this?
The song by Godsmack explores the exhaustion of a toxic, repetitive cycle and the clarity that comes with finally letting go. This story reflects that internal breaking point.