12 April 2012
I whispered some sweet words. Those quickly became just lies. I wish you'd never heard, Maybe those were your demise.
You clearly aren't the same. Your new friends make this so. You put us all after fame. Now we see you as just low.
We'll have to leave you behind. We can't continue on with you. When you change back you'll find... That we're gone. There's nothing you can do.
Change. • Opuss № I