I'll be here by the ocean 

Just waiting for proof that 

There's sunsets and silhouette dreams.

All my sandcastles fall like the ashes of cigarettes

And every wave drags me to sea.

I could stand here for hours just to ask god the question, 

"Is everyone here make believe?"

With a tear in his voice, he says, 

"Son that's the question?"

Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?

- Mayday Parade

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this is basically my account where I can post sad things and my friends won't have to read them cause I don't want them to worry about me. my other account is HearMeScream, and apparently my stories are popular on that one.