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Butterscotch Ormand
#8
//When I read "short story", I thought something like 1-5k words, not like a couple of paragraphs, so my original entry has been scrapped in favor of rewording some song I wrote in Calc instead of paying attention. Let's see what some kid with no formal musical education can create after exclusively listing to emo music for the most recent 25% of his life. Enjoy, if possible.
It's over
I can't believe you're gone
Now I'm sober
But that battle's barely won
Not that it matters
I'm just as useless without you
I walk through ladders
Hoping bad luck will take me too
It's over
All that we used to have
It's all colder
Nightmare moon has seized my head
They're just memories
All the good times I had with you
And some fantasies
Of what I never said to you
What the hell is going on
What did you do that's so wrong
To become a sacrifice
For some unjust poltergeist
I miss you; this is true
And all that we were gonna do
'Day of the Dead' has new meaning
Now that I know my life's fleeting
It's over
Luna's night takes the sky
It's now darker
All I want to do is die
All the good times
Are relegated to memory
Oh how time flies
When all you have is fantasy
What the hell is going on
What did you do that's so wrong
To become a sacrifice
For some unjust poltergeist
I miss you; this is true
And all that we were gonna do
'Day of the Dead' has new meaning
Now that I know my life's fleeting
'Day of the Dead' has new meaning
Now that I know my life's fleeting
They say that the stars have a plan for us
to determine if we are worthy
that assessment is so fucked up
Since when were you worth less than me
The fact no one else has your grace
is truly driving me mad
If you're truly in a better place
I don't think I'd be this sad
What the hell is going on
What did I do that's so wrong
To deserve this mental anguish
That's giving me a death wish
What the hell is going on
What did you do that's so wrong
To become a sacrifice
For some unjust poltergeist
I miss you; this is true
And all that we were gonna do
'Day of the Dead' has new meaning
Now that I know my life's fleeting
'Day of the Dead' has new meaning
Now that I know my life's fleeting