Time: Before the Memory Stone
Place: Wallflower’s bedroom
It’s hard,
It’s hard to say goodbye,
It’s hard to write a note,
It’s hard to make the first cut,
It’s hard to swallow the pills
I should know,
All of the things I need are right in front of me,
And I can’t pick up the pen,
I can only think of the tears,
And I think of my friend’s fears,
They don’t deserve that misery,
I do
I have a few friends,
Who I will love even after the end,
Am I worth remembering?
Am I worth the misery I will surely cause them?