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I'll see you again, tonight. Now it's been another year, right? Is it worth it? Is it worth it? Was it ever really worth it anyway? We'll talk, you and I "how are you?" "I'm fine" Between songs being played Memories will flash and fade Is it worth it? Is it worth it? I'll have to pretend - The worst part of talking to you was knowing Knowing you were afraid and scared of the world Knowing fear makes monsters of the best And that you were You were the best Not in trite ways people disrespect It's not the grades or the speeches but the soul We were whole But there was still a hole you were afraid of what I'd be Afraid of what it meant wh

I wish the vows of joy I wrote Lasted as long as a suicide note

I can't say that I blamed you all, for when you fled the coming fall And though alone I had to be Among those who fled you would not see me For while I held the line alone The world crashing down around I kept the smile up as long As I could, and held in so much sound I tried to hold, well, you know, forever But what more foolish attempted endeavor Could reality ever contain for me Than one in which any care for me? And alone I still stand Still holding the land I swore I'd not leave Until the day we were all bereaved And standing alone in front of the onslaught The storm only grew worse every time And valiant though the sta

I would've liked it if we could've kept going But I know now I'm not all-knowing I know I'm a fool and was back then I just wish I could remember when I last felt okay, I last felt alright I refuse to surrender or give up the fight... All I wanted was a chance to go through fine, All I wished for was for it to last more time But I see that the truth now that I held so dear Is as wrong as the idea I can protect from fear Here I am on the rain-slick precipice A life so far that's seen a lot less hit than miss But I still try and I still stand against the night Coming closer, I try to assure myself I'm right But how could I ever re

As society advanced, she found herself rather alone, Trying to discern why no one would come stop by her home, Because her friends would stay away and she couldn't understand, They said she was a ghost! But her skin burned, it never tanned The house was fine, for her, she rather enjoyed arachnid friends, They kept out all the other pests, and wasps met arachne's own end, And the children called her scary, they thought that she was long dead, She would walk around outside, her black hair obscuring her head She had never hurt more than a fly, and that's to feed her pets, She found life rather boring and herself growing depressed, The

Gray? Grey! The world is grey! But that is not the proper way But then, when did we care for proper? Except when one blade is yet sharper But it's okay, friends, it's all fine I won't be in the ground and whine We all try to do what we find right And that is why so many fight The world I see is really just greys But can you blame it, in this haze? I wish that I could see the days When we wouldn't flee the night I know that it would be okay If I came back another day For you, but not me, but hey, I'll see you after my fight The worst part is the hopelessness Not even terror, but spite, I knew the evils I had spoke of Might h