On my way out of a drought that you brought me to. I 
can't begin to understand why you would do this. And I 
won't pretend for very long to be your friend. And this 
won't end until I've offended everyone. Dead flowers mean 
so much when you've got so long to live and this pillar 
you've placed yourself upon is starting to give. I'm 
calling you out, erasing all doubt that you wrote on me. 
Lo and behold, the lies that you told don't mean a thing. 
I will drink your cold blood, drag your name through the 
mud, and this will be the everything that you asked for. 
Dead flowers mean so much when you've got so long to live 
and this pillar you've placed yourself upon is starting 
to give. Here again, we've gone back to the start. I see 
your face and I know we're falling apart. Either way, it 
shouldn't matter to me. I'll just walk away and maybe you 
will see. How am I supposed to never wonder why not me? 
When our shadows fall, will they leave you standing? How 
am I supposed to never wonder why not me? When our days 
are done, will they leave you anything? Here I am, I have 
waited so long for the chance to make or break this ideal 
personality for me and you. Are we through? I guess this 
is my last regret in taking the steps to get rid of you. 
We're through, we're through, and now there's nothing you 
can do. I guess this is my last request in making a final 
stand for the truth. You're through, you're through, and 
now I leave it up to you.