Cadie, did you think your life would be like this?
Cadie, think of the days when you were young.
Cadie, think of the times when the days were long.
Cadie, take a moment to be a little bit sentimental.
Cadie, be yourself, it shan't be detrimental.

When you and Hannah walked hand-in-hand in the pirate caves,
When at last you stumbled upon the entrance to the Cascades.
When you looked upon the taps and knew it was your own creation.
When finally you'd come to the long awaited realization,
That you'd doomed your closest friend to a broken fate.
That for Hannah the gavel had fallen. Already too late.

Forever would she be doomed to wander.
Through caves and tortuous paths all torn asunder.
Treasures lost as soon as they were gained.
The conditions of her fate nobody had explained.

Cadie, this is your fault. You betrayed Hannah.
You betrayed your closest friend. You betrayed her.
You betrayed the whole world. The caves would never be the same.
Man made with man made traps. When you look at your calloused hands, don't you want to cut them off?
For the suffering that they brought. Needless suffering. You betrayed her, Cadie.
Amputation. And then those hands would cause no more suffering, limp, on the floor,
like a raw chicken newly slaughtered in a butcher's shop.