tears, broken , lost loves, it never asked.

Sick nights, bright lights, silly kids, enjoy it while it lasts.

, , and decay, that is what enclasps.

Empty , filled , , , and .

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

Nevermore I say we should be this .

Nevermore I we stay this way.

, , and .

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