Wendy looked to the throne. They didn't have their thrones, too many of them for individual thrones.
There was only two. One for a king, the other for a queen
Shadows settle on the place, that you left.
She sucked in a breath, and walked to the throne.
She would be queen, one day.
She took a seat in it, and looked at her nails.
Our minds are troubled by the emptiness.
Iggy looked at the portrait, telling Lemmy all he knew about her.
Lemmy couldn't remember lunch, so he didn't remember their mother.
Destroy the middle, it's a waste of time.
Lemmy's lazy eye drifted, and it made Iggy falter.
He threw his hands up, and then around his smaller twin.
From the perfect start to the finish line.
Ludwig calmy played the piano, away from his siblings.
He found himself stopping.
Why don't we pay a visit to our kid brother? He must be oh so lonely.
He snapped at himself. "I'm NOT letting you anywhere NEAR my siblings today!"
Me? Or you? We kinda share the same-
"You know very much what I mean, Kooky!"
And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones.
The voice in his head complained.
Aw, what makes you so crabby today? It's a happy day!
"Because, with this date, you do not have a amazing track record!"
I was good last year!
"Nearly taking off what little hair Wendy has IS NOT GOOD!"
'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs
Larry was about to sneak in there, and mess with the eldest.
But as he heard him yelling at his alter again…
He opted to leave him alone.
Setting fire to our insides for fun
He ran back up the steps, away from the conservatory.
He didn't like Kooky, at all.
Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong
Ludwig was getting worse and worse on keeping him under wraps on this day.
The lovers that went wrong.
Morton was quiet, as he played cards with Roy.
Go Fish always got their minds of the date.
We are the reckless,
Roy didn't like it quiet.
"What?" He asked Morton.
The tanned skinned Koopa looked up. "What?"
"Why aren't you spewing every known thing ever?"
We are the wild youth
Morton looked down. He was only 6 when the day first happened.
He didn't know WHAT to say today.
"Come on...I know I tease ya, Moron, but I like to hear you talk."
Morton looked up at the glassed Koopaling.
Chasing visions of our futures
He, then, let it all out.
He was scared that Junior hated them for this.
He didn't want anything bad to happen to Dad.
One day we'll reveal the truth.
He blubbered like that for several minutes.
Until Roy stood up and walked around the table.
He, then, wrapped his arms around the crying Koopa.
That one will die before he gets there.
Junior peeped his head in.
He didn't know where in the world his father was.
Everyone was avoiding him.
And if you're still bleeding, then you are the lucky ones.
He suppressed hiccups.
He didn't like today either.
He ran to his room.
'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead, and they are gone.
Junior tripped over his paintbrush, in his room.
He didn't know why, but at that he burst out crying.
We're setting fire to our insides for fun.
He had a picture drawn, stuck to his canvas.
It was a mess of various colors.
He didn't want today.
He wanted today to go away.
He doesn't want a birthday.
Collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked this home.
He curled into his shell, and shook as people passed by.
It was a flood that wrecked this home.
Larry heard his younger brother's shout of frustrations, and decided to run back to the conservatory.
It was basically illegal to make Junior cry.
And you caused it.
He got his siblings attentions.
Kooky calmed down.
Morton dried his own tears.
Lemmy understood.
Junior needed them right now.
And you caused it.
Ludwig got some of Juniors favorite records, from his father's chamber.
Wendy ordered the chefs to bake a tiny cake. Nothing big and fancy, it would draw attention.
Roy and Morton moved the table to the center of the garden, Junior's favorite spot.
Lemmy sat on his ball, still confused as his twin just put a party favor in his mouth.
A tiny birthday party was all he needs.
And you caused it.
Larry led the distraught 8 year old out to the garden.
"SURPRISE!" They all yelled, as cheery as possible.
What they didn't expect was Junior shouting and running off.
Well, I've lost it all, I'm just a silhouette.
They all followed him, the cake left to rot.
Should they have gotten Peach.
They heard Junior, sobbing inside his room again.
"Mama…"
"...Junior?" Ludwig was holding his hair, keeping Kooky back and talking was strainful on him.
"D-Do you want us to go get King Dad and Princess Peach?"
Their father was at their mother's grave. Peach was most likely happy to drop anything to come to Junior and them in this time of need.
"No! I want Mom!"
A lifeless face that you'll soon forget.
That hit them all hard.
Ludwig just ran off, he couldn't hold Kooky back, so he at least didn't want to be in the same room.
And my eyes are damp from the words, that you left.
They were all quiet, even Morton.
While the chatty Koopa knew all there was to know about his name-sake and Junior's name-sake...he didn't know what to say about their mother.
Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest.
Wendy, sang a small lullayby, to her little brothers. She didn't know why, she just did.
Thier mother's lullaby, even made Roy shed (and hastily wipe away) a tear.
Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest.
They heard Junior's cries die out, and assumed he was asleep.
Ludwig was off, calming down, but that didn't stop Iggy from hugging his twin tighter than ever before.
And if you're in love, then you are the lucky ones.
Roy and Morton embraced, and so did Wendy and Larry.
Inside that room, Junior was embracing a tape.
"Number 8. (Yet to be named.)"
Little one, we….we both can't exist. If I don't make it, just know that everytime you love being yourself...That's me! Loving you to pieces!
Mother!
Clawdia, oh my freaking grambi, Morton that is too good, come get a load of this!
Ewwwww!
...Take care of them, my final child.
'Cause most of us are bitter over someone.
