These hurt but they’re lessons not scars.
Spring’s long over, welcome to our fall,
We needed darkness to savour the stars.
We were meant to but meant to fail.
These cosmos conspired and played us,
Sent to star in someone else’s fairy tale.
Welcome to the funeral, guests just two.
Hold and guide my hand for one last time,
As we word this eulogy that’s due.
Lost alone in the alleys of dreams we built,
In the ruins of promises of eternity.
Your company the drug and I, an addict.
We are dead but aren’t you and me reborn?
Catharsis of novated souls from our cadavour,
Croon the Happy Birthday song, don’t mourn.