My name is Miss Believer,
I protect my left side brain,
For that is where my friend resides
And I pray he is not a goner
"Friend please don't fall away, not today"

But this is his story; run and hide

The story of a semi-automatic, fantastic, and rebellious boy.

He broke off the truce we made,
to not destroy the plans we made, and never use the gun we shaped from our own hands.

This is my demand for proof;
why didn't he walk away from the March to the Sea.
He tore my heart, I will set my soul on fire from his Ode to Sleep.

I was his hometown
I guess we made it this far;

I've always been fairly local to the dark.