Why Does The World Have To End?
Why Does It Have To Crash Down On Us?
Stepping On Our Breaking Bones
What More Of This Can My Body Take?
Well, I'm Done, This Is The End, And The End Is Where I Make My Home
With...
....Or Without You.....
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