Now five years have gone by,
In the night of late October,
Where costumes come fly,
Our souls unite; it seemed like forever.
Now five years have gone by,
We recite names and words,
Juveniles; "Was this destined?"
Rest assured, we could take on the whole world!
Now five years have gone by,
Shattered dreams and future,
You tore up the old suture,
And there will be no coming back.
-nazz.
