#forgetfulsubs

While I don’t care to die, I don’t mind a bit

But someone I love? ...God, I think I’d wish I did

I suppose “Because I won’t like it”

Is all my ego is.

Happy to gaze upon the pain of the haven’t-met,

Cowering in our hatred has become a fashion trend

Even so, we’re supposed to “live a peaceful life”?

Even though I bet it’s nice, I bet we’ve tried.

Someone succumbs behind the colors of the monitor

Deep in grief, another weeps by singing in their honor

Hearing that song, a humming young boy wandered

Off with a knife and an offer.

Everybody hated well by life itself, we’ll never know

Why they force code and ego on the radio.

Day-to-day, they’re singing out “I’ll take you down”, but then again,

Who takes when they’re really being generous?

Everybody hated well by life itself, we’ll never know

Why “I want to die” is treated like another joke.

That world where we see the worth in growing old,

Anybody hated well by life itself will never know.

Penniless again, through the day anew,

I decide to praise the lazy and sing out of tune

Lost upon life’s meaning, I take in the truth,

Breathe and see there isn’t anything I’m meant to do.

Would these wounds be better off expressed

With the lowly illustration “I’m so lonely” suggests?

Shouldering nothing but this stubbornness,

I’m nothing but alone when I go to bed

Kids with passion to play make-believe will

Become young adults with a will to achieve.

As we age, there comes a day we fester like a falling leaf,

Carried down without a clue to prove we ever breathed...

Breathing on for centuries in a deathless design,

Bored for eternity, the only to survive...

...These are the kinds of sci-fi dreams always on my mind.

Numb to the pain, can I die? Though I’m not afraid,

All the same, I have to pay attention to the hearts I’d break

Lost in conflicting thoughts, I’m sure they’d have a lot to say

Yes, I can guess what they’d convey:

“Perfect things need to stay as perfect as they always were.”

“If you can’t confront demise, then live the life you don’t deserve.”

Since we’re bound to end up sad and back to being hurt,

We should laugh with the friends we lack forever

Everybody hated well by life itself, we’ll never know

Why we claim to get the happiness we haven’t shown.

Angered by our past hands, past, as we complain aloud,

We smile while pretending that we’re better now

Everybody hated well by life itself, we’ll never know

Why “So long” took on the meaning of “I wanna go”.

That time where “Goodbye” implied “For now, I hope”

Anybody hated well by life itself will never know.

Contentment and exits, affection and friendships-

They’re gifts you can get for your money

...Within but a whimsical fantasy.

I could be dead tomorrow, yet I’m sure in some way,

When I go, I’ll get to know my life was such a waste.

Through daylight and stardom, through springtime and autumn,

We die everyday, and that’s exactly why I chase

No wishes or visions; since all I can afford

Is protecting your life, I ask for that and nothing more.

Of course... That’s surely

All I’ll ever need to sing for.

Hated well by life itself, we’ll never know

What makes the meaning matter when we die alone.

It’ll taint you, it’ll taint two,

Soon enough, the rest of us will sink like a leaf into

Anywhere we know it’s not for naught, ‘cause we don’t stop

Going out and off, always giving everything we got

To killing, to kicking, to grinning, to gritting,

Living, living, living, living,

“Dear Stella, I don't ever think, you glanced once at what i ever thought-”

This whole world that you hated so, really I, had loved y’know

So you are my dear stella, and I am your dear strato

Now I wish to go nowhere, and nowhere is where I'll go

I think the-e reason that, when we converge, I don't feel well

I have known, I have known, but I don't think I can tell

So that's why I'll say farewell

The cramped town, the cramped town, encased in faintest twilight

Past sundown, past sundown, the sky is still dyed scarlet

“Dear stella!”

She turned and ah, she smiled so sweet and faintly

Putting softly her hand on them; the bells of blessing

So you are my dear stella, and I am your dear strato

Together we are simply, our only stratostella

Maybe if perhaps she had, loved like I had this nebula

I might have thought, I might have thought, if the nova was not fraught

‘On that night my dear stella, that you were as in the end’

Please let me make sure that I, please let me make sure that I

Even if the light is gone, in this world because you are too,

I know one day, i know one day, I'll smile like I used to

I'll say farewell...

Farewell my dear.