Read it over.
Let those words resonate in your mind.
I don’t like to be the one who breaks things off because I’m so afraid they won’t fight for me.
This is usually my diary, and now too many people follow me. Well, just enough I can’t talk about my feelings anymore.
RIP to one of the best bands to ever play
May the history book read of all our names
Be it blood, be it ink, but at least we were free
This is only but a fraction of what I’ve got to say
But it must be said, it must be said
If I leave this earth tonight may it be said that I spoke my peace
I spoke with the wrath of his grace
Calm rose: come violent wind