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)