It doesn’t matter if we all die,

Other people just really aren’t my forte,

Staring at the rain through a broken piece of glass,

My mind absolutely shattered last night,

My ambitions are in the back of a black car,

It keeps a steady pace headed to the cemetery,

The stars are aligned so out my eyes I cannot see,

Tears of pain stain my face a crimson red,

The darkness that chose to take my soul,

It can never go,

I wish I could go back,

Back to the old days,

But instead, I just fade away,

On this high building, there is so much to do,

How do I exist?

How do I get away?

I wish I could be happy,

Just like the old days,

Just like the old days,

But I know that this pain will last

One Hundred Years.