Mistakes that I've made, in front of me now they are laid. And the truth hurts and from the outskirts of my heart, I feel something slowly falling apart.

What was it for? All for some half-truths that don't matter to me anymore. What was it all for? What will I do when it's over, I can barely remember what we are fighting over, the same old story on repeat, with no one truley winning but there will always be a defeat. And the villain falls or maybe the hero there's no difference anyway.

And if this show is ending, one of our certain death is impending and tonight so many curtains will be drawn. The worlds darkest hour, where hate and loss will flower does it matter if all the things worth protecting are gone. This can only go on for so long and the climax of the fight I just know will be tonight. And I felt like this day would never come, by dawn, we will know who has won. And all of me wonders is this supposed to be fun. But all I want to do right now is run.