FAZE
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we're an odd band of misfits, not much else to say
an unlikely bunch, but who would've thought
who could have predicted it would end like this?
the smoker, the liar, the drinker, the cutter
gathered around a freshly dug grave
like a poorly oiled machine, we ran just fine
fought to keep each other alive through it all
the happy moments, the sorrowful, the simple, the dangerous
laughter echoed through the air, smiles shone through the shadows cast on our little group
like fractured bone each small, seemingly insignificant injury made room for new strength
but scars pile up and soon make themselves impossible to ignore
laughs became forced, smiles became artificial
exasperation hung over us like smoke in a crowded room
the familiar feeling of comfort lost its familiarity
desire for repair was nowhere to be found
so we sat, each of us a ticking time bomb
just waiting for the day when the eyes would close for good
now we stand around a freshly dug grave
the smoker, the liar, the drinker, the cutter
to bury the past and all that we knew
a painful task, but after all
we were an odd band of misfits
an unlikely bunch