So deranged it’s better to neglect
than see the changes made in retrospect
Faces are younger still
Damage yet to be done
With an unbroken will
The end not quite begun
So unchanged and yet still defect
a broader range of hurt to dissect
Never look back, melancholy is an ugly lie
just stay on track or say goodbye
If you care to turn your head
If you heard what has been said
To this the future is behind
To this you’re either deaf or blind
Prick up my ears, is that silence I hear?
You can stop this if you want to
You can stop this if you try to
You can stop this if you choose to
Like you should do