"hope,
you're dead cause how could you sleep at a time like this?
people they rhyme like this,
we're all impressed by this.
they rip it, flip it, but these are just triplets.
wrote this in THREE minutes.
three words to a line.
it's just poetry divided.
i'm the kind of guy who takes every moment he knows he confided in.
music to use it for others to use it,
you're dead. cause how could you sleep at a time like this?
life is up here but you comment below.
when the comments below always be common motivations to promote your shows next episode so your brain doesn't keep going even though,
HOPE.
is far from this moment,
but you and i know,
it gets better,
when morning finally rears its head.
together we're losers.
remember the future.
remember the morning is when that is dead."
"care to answer, hope?"
"RELEASE ME FROM THE PRESENT I'M OBSESSING ALL THESE QUESTIONS WHY I'M IN DENIAL THAT THEY TRIED THE SUICI-"
"don't you dare say that word, tyler," i tell him.
"too late! tyler's gone," he says.
i hear tyler's voice.
faintly.
i can barely pick up what he's saying.
"you should just leave," he says.
"don't let me be gone" he's saying.
i hear his piano.
"don't let me be gone."
"don't let me be gone."
"don't let me be gone."
silence.
"DON'T LET ME BE."