We are the forgotten ones.
The legends behind the scenes.
Whilst brains and brawn and beauty
Flames and finder (nother)
Sky and sea,
Seize the day
(Carpe dium.)
We are the one(s) left behind.
Perhaps forgotten is better,
No one misses us
When we're gone.
(Even that place(s) you refuse to call home)
The odd ones out
At least you aren't a legend like
The others
Who will become
So
Shrouded in
Fire
And myths
And campfire stories they
Return to a labyrinth.
(Only this one isn't as nice)
So perhaps the shadows are
The place to stay
(Angel boy)
You have me (you) for company
After all,
And who else will miss
Little dead boy,
Aside from us?
(not even our sister
Bianca?
no. the one who lives, who pretends to care
shes not my real sister)
(perhaps you are the one who needs to forget)
