i promise

runrun from the father of your sins runrunrun

the one who raisedraised you the one who

forgot to

the runrunrunrun its time its time dont look back its time

he hurt hehurtyou and its its not

its not it isnt it is not

okay

butitsokaynow

runrunrunand he cant he wont hurt

you anyone anymore never sorrow

regretregretsorrow he

hurtyouhehurtyou the father of yoursins youre

okay

youll be okay ipromise run

runrun to me help saveyourself from runrunrunrun

regretsorrowregret

itsokaynowbut

yourfather sins and regretregretsorrow i can help

sorry for everything but its it is

okaynow

andimsorry runrunrun

hes gone nomorenomorehurt youre you are okaynow

okay

One step further

We clench hope.

It’s what they tell us to hold strong,

But we know - they don’t know.

We are strong! At least we

Used to be.

It’s that one step further, or closer if you will,

When that last spark is lost. The one you so desperately relied upon.

You know it’s okay: why would you lie to yourself?

Our illusion falls; crumbles with our soul.

Taking the fall for the physical being.

What’s left of us?

We clenched hope…

We fell.

They didn’t need to...

We fell.

Disclaimer: Joe is depressed, not me. Oh... Joe is the other poster on this blog. Didn't we tell you? There's two people operating this thing.