Lletres: Protest The Hero. A Calculated Use Of Sound. Led Astray.

So much time slipped away as if it meant nothing at all - I remember that night, we didn't know it would be our last. But now as I look back, an awkward tension hung in the air. Now everything is different. I don't know you anymore, and as we pass in the hall I feel myself weeping inside: knowing that the friendship that there once was has withered to but one glowing ember of a fire that burned so brightly. And I swear to you the times are changing and I swear that you are too. I swear to you that I'm no different, this I swear to you. I think you're well aware, that this path we've taken is all but fair. With everyday we're led astray and slowly it just slipped away. I am now accompanied by hollowed memories, all of them faded to black and grey. These thoughts they tear me up inside, devour me, consume my mind. I scream at night, rip our my hair, how much more can I forbear? I swear, this I swear to you, from birth I think we knew, nothing is truly alive unless it dies. And you I think you're well aware this path we've taken is all but fair, with everyday we're led astray and slowly it just slipped away from me.