March of a Devil Survivor: Act 2: Flowey Smiled

Break into the new year under odd pretenses Upon those graves where the sun set I reached my hand out to you And we returned back home I wondered then if anything would ever be the same "Good friends who have good sex" is what you called it So ended the painful year And into a new one of fear But how could we know? I think we'd both knew I got closer than ever To your sister and your father I knew them and loved them more than my own versions I looked inside the gift shop and Flowey smiled back at me "Kill or be killed" he laughed as you healed from your last attempt It's 7:30, parents, go home Your children have got to be alone You'll see them again, the hours are the same As they've always been, see you tomorrow I shot up again a few hours after I swore I was sober It didn't hurt to lie straight to your face Looking back, it was stupid to think I was invincible Considering I tried to follow your footsteps again And after that day, you trusted me more than ever And even after all the pain, I wish that month lasted forever Love and a hospital The memories meant nothing at all In only a month, I watched it all burn And Flowey smiled as the world turned