I'm borderline happy and I'm borderline sad

He stood there, laughing maniacally while bitter tears dripped from silver eyes that had been startling gold only a few minutes prior. His laughter rang through the empty silence, echoing with hysteria and madness.

I'm borderline good and I'm borderline bad

Corpses of Noah and exorcists alike surrounded him, turning colder every second. At his feet lay the shredded corpse of the Millennium Earl, his taunting smile wide even in death. He knew they were there, but he couldn't force himself to look at the dead bodies of his friends, glassy-eyed and cold.

And I can't get rid of the tingling fear

Crown Clown surrounded his form, hunched over like the back of a great beast. The cape glowed in the moonlight, giving off its own pale gold light. The pearly feathers were webbed in crimson, dripping blood that glittered like rubies. It was beautiful and disturbing in the same instance, the image of an angel of death.

You'd sort me out if my head gets clear

He shook, and his laughter turned to choked sobs. He collapsed to the ground, wailing his loses.

I lived my life in shackles but I'm borderline free

He screamed at the heavens, cursing the god that had abandoned him to his accursed fate. He hadn't asked to be an exorcist, nor had he asked to be the Fourteenth's host. He had never been truly free, only let out on a leash, unable to choose his own path.

I used to be blind but I still can't see

He cursed the Noah for hurting his loved ones. He cursed the Black Order for stealing the childhoods of his comrades, and forcing them to fight in a war they wanted no part of. He cursed Neah for choosing him as his host, and ruining his last chance to feel like he belonged.

But most of all, he cursed his naive past self, cursed him for believing in what had gotten his friends, his family, killed.

And I won't get around to a change of mind

He shakily got to his feet, cheeks stained and heart shattered, but still somehow beating. With a shuddering breath, he forced himself to put one foot forward. Then another, then yet another, faster and faster, until he was running.

As long as nobody breaks my stride

With a steely resolve, Allen Walker kept on walking, never to return.