The end, but yet, the beginning.
They die, but yet, the legacy they left behind is still scratched in the earth.
Then we laugh, but yet, it is forced.
They cry, but yet, it is fake.
They lie, but yet, it's to protect.
Then you kill, but yet, the blood is on your hands.
They are dead, but yet, they aren't.
They haunt you, but yet, they protect you.
You lie, but yet, to only protect yourself.
Then you see it, but yet, you walk away.
Then you do it, but yet, nothing happens at first.
Then you fall, but yet, you breathe.
They are sorry, but yet, they lie.
Your gone, but yet, your hear.
They lie, but yet, they do it to protect.
The pill is gone, but yet, you are dead.