End Of The World
It's the end of the world in the face of friend with his head in his hands
The sun hid below the horizont
I watch as he weeps, screaming hate into me like the truth that it has come to be
You emulate the pattern, giving the stitch some consistency
It's hard to believe this is what you wanted
At the bottom nothing matters, not the tool that you use to escape
Just the scapegoat to place all the blame
At the end of it all we cannot make you stop all the things that you are doing to yourself
You cry, you cry out, you cry out for help, but what you do with it is not worth the while
It's the end of the world in the face of two friends with their heads in their hands
The sun hasn't shown since the falling
Out with the old and now in with the new found void, lower now than ever before
You emulate the pattern, giving stitch some consistency
It's hard to believe this is what you wanted
At the bottom nothing matters, not the ones you choose to betray
Just the scapegoat to place all the blame
At the end of it all we cannot make you stop all the things that you are doing to yourself
You cry, you cry out, you cry out for help, but what you do with it is not worth the while
Alone in your tomb, a drink for every sad song I've shown you
So what did I do? Best intentions only to contribute
I won't disappear, but you'll be closer with the photos on your mirror
It's my last attempt left
Just have some faith when I tell you it's all for the best
At the end of it all we cannot make you stop all the things that you are doing to yourself
You cry, you cry out, you cry out for help, but what you do with it is not worth the while
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