It's over now,
Why even try?
What is the point?
Our life has died.
The things we had,
The thoughts we harbored.
Our life is dead.
And you don't care.
It's left outside,
It broke apart.
I knew it would,
Right from the start.
What to do now?
What do you know?
Is this the end?
Where do I go?
It's not our fault,
Don't start with Hate.
Until the end,
We're controlled by Fate.
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