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

nights, , , enjoy it while it lasts.

, , and decay, that is what enclasps.

Empty , filled , , , and .

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

Nevermore I say we should be this way.

Nevermore I we stay this way.

Live, love, and .

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