1857 - Misanthrope

We made it through september

With lust and dying embers

Tell me is that all we were

Now look at what we’ve done

Look at what we’ve become

What three words will do

…and you said

I won’t be there when you fall

I won’t be there when you break down

Dark haired girl

Where did you go?

You live in a broken world

…and we stand alone

But darling who knew

That when we were created

We’d be suffocated

By such despair and loneliness

Still, we stand as a witness

And die by the sickness

That this thing called love induces

Dark haired girl

Where did you go?

In this broken world

You left me alone