This Is the End
So this is the end of you and me,
a desperate angel and Melancholy
I can’t take your company anymore,
so just please leave when I say goodbye
Don’t stand in my door and watch me cry
This is the evening that we both die
A run cut short by insincerity
The birthing of calamity
A dramatic ending to a tragic friend
It was good for a little while,
but we both grew old to a little child,
as toys unloved, unwanted, not needed
If these regrets could change our course,
would it be worth the effort?
I’ll wipe the slate clean of you and I
This is the day that we both die
The pain will pass as the days go by
Hope will shine once again
We both say we can still be friends,
but that never happens in the end
There’s always that uneasiness
That dreaded curse of old thoughts
and revealing old feelings
The remembrance of the fights we won
Wondering where the joy has gone
Questioning if what’s right was done
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