tears, broken glass, lost loves, it never asked.

Sick nights, , , enjoy it while it lasts.

suns, , and decay, that is what enclasps.

Empty , filled , , , and .

, broken hearts, needless hurt, is this all we’re worth?

I say we should be this .

Nevermore I pray we stay this way.

, , and .

With this the , hurt, and death, we will defeat.