Awaken soft, but not so dear. only through this film of tears.

You died in there, both you and him. I hope i never see it again.

I hate vividity, it was my demise.
Its what created, the midnight cries.

It speaks of woe, it speaks of lies. But not before i open my eyes.

Teen ritual sets, the path i go.
It says i must be filled with woe.

Teen ritual states, i cannot show. Concealing feelings, they must never know.

Open your eyes, wake from the lies. To your suprise, everyone died.

One by one, come crashing down, you say your fine, come back around.