11 October 2012
How do you get away? Far, far from strife, But it looks like I'm here to stay, Stuck here for life,
Why is it when I see your face, My heart slowly tears? It seems like such a waste, Of a heart so rare,
Is there never an end? From this dying hill, Are you now just a friend? With water my eyes will fill.
Ending • Opuss № I