Face it, your memory’s been erased by gift registry and table arrangements.
Move along as we move forward.
I’ve lost another good friend.
Face it, she’s faceless.
Her ink stains erased us.
I wish this winter would end.
The air has left me frigid and doubtful.
It’s not a means to an end.
Now I wear the things I learned on my sleeves.
With my sights set straight as we take next steps.
It’s not a means to an end.
You’re half-hearted lack luster.
You can’t find your own way.
Release my friend.
You’ve failed him.
Beaten him in.
You failed him.
Release my friend.
You failure.
You are decay.