Random crap

I feel guilty about doing this, even though it was my idea

So, before I begin. I just wanted to say that this isn't going to be one of my regular chapters. And I asked TheLoneWanderer17 for permission to do this before actually doing it.

So, in case y'all hadn't already known, the relationship between TheLoneWanderer17 and AceTrainerSerenity has ended.

These two are not only one of my many best friends, they're also the second set of parents I never had.

When I was told that the two had broken up, it like hearing that my parents were going through a divorce again.

And I feel so bad. Because I know I could've done more. I know I could've been not just a better friend, but a better son.

That's how I see it at least...

Anyway, I think I'll sing a song. I personally feel like this is the best way I can describe how I feel about this.

And I'm gonna go through some history with this song, because that's kinda important to the reason I'm type/singing this.

It was a protest song made by an Irish rock band in 1994 written about the 1993 IRA bombing, and in memory of the two children victims.

Now lets fast forward 24 years. A metal rock band was having a concert in January 2018. The lead singer of the first band was (according to the music video of the second band) "set to reprise her iconic vocals" for the second band's cover of her song that was a hit in 1994.

It was that day she went there that she died. And so in her honor, the second band released the song.

This is the cover of "Zombie", by Bad Wolves. The original song was sung by The Cranberries.

Another head hangs lowly
Child is slowly taken
And the violence causes silence
Who are we mistaken?

But you see, it's not me
It's not my family
In your head, in your head, they are fighting
With their tanks, and their bombs
And their bombs, and their drones
In your head, in your head, they are crying

What's in your head, in your head?
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
What's in your head, in your head?
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie-ie, oh

Another mother's breaking
Heart is taking over
When the violence causes silence
We must be mistaken

It's the same old theme
In two thousand eighteen
In your head, in your head, they're still fighting
With their tanks, and their bombs
And their guns, and their drones
In your head, in your head, they are dying

What's in your head, in your head?
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
What's in your head, in your head?
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie-ie, oh

It's the same old theme
In two thousand eighteen
In your head, in your head, they are dying

What's in your head, in your head?
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
What's in your head, in your head?
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie-ie, oh