You Okay In There?" "no, I'm Hanging

I Had The Heart Of The Relationship, And No Body To Grow It In... It Broke.

If You End Your Story, It's A Static Work Of Art, A Finite Circle. But If You Don't, It Belongs To Anyone's Imagination. It Stays Alive Forever.

True Love Can Break The Most Powerful Curse

Into The Silence Rips A Sound That Makes Me Let Go Of Max's Hand And Cover My Ears. It Is Like The Strafe Of A Bullet, Nails On A Chalkboard, Promises Being Broken. It's A Note I Have Never Heard - This Chord Of Pure Pain - And It Takes A Moment To Realize It Is Coming From Me.

And, After All, What Is A Lie? 'tis But The Truth In Masquerade.