Graduation, chick issues, and me and my usual insanity has left my drained, although I'm hoping to be able to finish it and update a bit more here so... yeah...
In the mean time, twenty bucks to whomever can tell me what this is from:
The ending to your story has been written in blood,
and the beginning of mine was penned in tears
Whose each belongs to not even the fates know
And no god will take our words back, no hope will save
us from the neverending hell we entered, without even
knowing the truth behind our teenage dreams.
The road of our dreams was destroyed by despair,
and any future either of us had was done in by the unknown.
So now all we can do is ask if it was worth it,
letting something so great turn into something so horrible
not even worst sinners would dare repeat our actions.
Was any of it ever true?
The long nights spent dreaming about tomorrow
and the long days we wished would never end,
were they all a dream of mines? Or were they
the child of your misconceptions.
The ending to your story has been written blood
and the beginning of mine was penned in tears,
and it's too late to worry about why or how,
or who was at fault. We're now doomed to hell
together after all, so tell me: was it worth it?
