Crona's Soul: By Malon Garynite
Why do you cower
Each passing hour?
There's nothing to gain
From this eternal pain
Just stop passing
These aren't hard things that I'm asking
You wouldn't be scared
If you found someone who cared
Just let them in
Or this struggle won't end
But it's true
That's it all up to you
I can't chose
I'll always lose
But you don't know how to handle this
Not with Ragnarok's raging fists
Just stand up for yourself
Don't put Crona on a shelf
Then you'll never have a chance
No one will even spare a glance.
So please, won't you try?
This isn't the way that we should die
I know our blood is black
And with our mom there's no going back
Cut don't you think that being free
Will finally make you happy?
And k=now that's forty-five
Passes upon passes you've tried
All stacked on top of each other
All because of Medusa, our mother
All the suffering that we spent
Isn't enough to pay our mother's rent
For recognition
At least affection
Not even enough for her protection
Because we'll never master perfection
Even if our blood is black,
We're still human, and that's a fact.