I've become what you wanted me to be, just another vulgarity trapped on a tongue that can't pronounce my routine name, and it's such a shame, to watch an empire fall down without any film in the camera. This comes at a time, when white dresses are hung in the closet, next to dark secrets. And cemetery oaks are providing the shade, This all fits in my skull, our impressive emergency. Kiss it, try and make it better this time, right now! Reality's such a nuisance to maintain. And the seabed's full of leftovers and wanna-be's just like me, volunteering to repent, and become that ideal remedy. Can't we both just grow up? Can't we both embrace the impractical after? Or will this test snap our bond, and leave the trash can full of ashes. I'm ready now, to face your fears, just in time for these words to crumble. Take it back, what you said, there's still hope! It's these crimes, that we commit to ourselves, to each other!