tears, broken , lost loves, it never asked.

Sick nights, , , enjoy it while it lasts.

Silver , , and , that is what enclasps.

Empty , filled lungs, , , and tongues.

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

I say we should be this .

Nevermore I we stay this way.

Live, love, and .

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