Don't deny your part in setting the tone for our end
You were always a sore that I could not amend
Nothing I said or did could ever have stopped this
Chokehold that you embrace and with it - your decay

And now we're finally out of bounds
You've served your last drink spiked with perfume
This rendevouz was fake from the get-go
From the moment you ceased to try, this ceased to be

This ceased to be
You ceased to me
But even now I don't feel free
This ceased to stay
You've fade to gray
You have embraced your decay
Your decay

And I hope this turns out well
For all near you
I hope you find the one to solidate you
I hope your brother grows up unharmed
I hope your mother finds happiness
I hope it turns out well
But I know it won't.

And all that's left to say are the meaningless goodbyes
That none of us demand or [bad word] So spare me your efforts, spare me your time
Because it means so much more to me than you
In the best of worlds, anxiety would cease
In the best of worlds your god would sleep
In the best of worlds, this would concede itself
But I know it won't.