Messenger Story
Before we were so rudely interrupted
We thouroughly enjoyed a chance we’ve got
We couldn’t foresee our plans will be disrupted
I didn’t know our time would be so short
Five happy years, then one day a curtain falls
So terribly alone, I sit and cry
You speak to me again, and the wheel rolls
I’m scrolling back to hear your previous reply
The messenger archive contains our story
I’m praying for the safety of our time
They can erase us without saying sorry
They can do anything, and we can only die
You’ve gone away, it means we’ve had enough
Of this old world, of all its joy and pain
Let’s die again, the cause of death is love
Your voice with me forever will remain.
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