• Talking's just a waste of breath and living's just a waste of death,
    Happiness will subside but frustration never dies.
    I no longer even know, where exactly the two-sided road goes.
    My days are filled with despair, since I can no longer breath the sweet air.
    I wish you were still here, but you've left.
    And everyone has gone deaf.
    Chaos and hate congregate, and open the door to our unknown fate.
    I know, you're scared to walk through that door.
    But, I can't walk with you anymore.
    Please forgive me.