gone are the days of evasion existence is how 

on embrace it so long ad the missing piece of 

the puzzle split down the middle we had better 

prepare ourselves for perpetual winter why do 

we do this to ourselves continuous escape a 

living hell like those other lovers hidden under 

the covers it's so empty in the arms of another 

see what you've done you're irresistible with your 

sordid stories the morbid glory of it all remember 

when times were worth celebrating pour the wine 

for the fallen friends and foes singing in unison 

my hell is a blank piece of paper staring back 

at me my hell is wasted potential haunting me