They laugh
I cry
They soar
I die
I guess in the end
The loser always cries
And every fear roles down from the skies
My soul has died
From
Him
From
Her
I miss A.
But that's okay.
Someday I'll die.
And I'll see them another day
I'll keep crying until that day.
And I'll mourn
For not begging him to stay
From then
Darkness will stay
Surrounding me with this aching pain
For many more years
I'll drown out sighs
With my tears.
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