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"I'm sorry" is so overplayed on the radio that it has been recorded as a broken record, going platinum and landing a top spot on the Billboard charts

We were nominated for an award for "best breakout breakup", and at the ceremony we bled on stage as we received our two golden haywire hearts

A relationship once enriched with emotion and love has begun to abandon its blissful feeling

Each "I love you" is ignored and unheard as we listen and rock out to our new hit single while wearing headphones, sadly causing it to loose its special meaning.

I listened to the lyrics carefully and read them word for word and between the li(n)es, helplessly attempting to discover what went wrong

Painfully putting the poisoned pieces of the puzzle of our past back together as my shattered soul silently sings MTV's newest solitude song

We waved the wicked white flag high in the grotesque, gray sky as we forfeited our freedom and to this mechanical industry we became suicidal slaves

Walking the unnamed streets handcuffed to each other by one hand and holding guns with the other as hope quietly leads us to our early graves



..."Victoria, I'm so sorry," I scream at the top of lungs, but you were too preoccupied listening to our creation of a brand new sound

I pray for forgiveness as my feeble future falls to the frigid ground...



"Please forgive me" is so cliche on the television and in the movies that it has been filmed as a feature presentation, showcasing breakthrough sales at the box office and receiving astonishing reviews

We were nominated for an award for best "depression duet", and at the ceremony we wept an ocean of tears and waved "farewell" to forever as we made our long-awaited diabolic debuts

A silver screen once shining with stars and colors has now been reduced back down to the sinful shades of black and white, and all of the glistening glitter begins to decompose and decay

The best actors, directors, or special effects need not apply to our tainted tragedy, for we are the true professionals of living in another day, another shade of gray

I read through the script attentively and paid particular detail to each and every page and line, desperately trying to discover what I could have possibly said to cause her tears to flood our love

Dreadfully dissecting our demonic dreams as the talons of a hawk viscously rip out the delicate wings of a dove

We removed our promise rings and tossed them into the Acid Ocean as we corruptly killed our commitment and became mannequins who always smile and properly behave

Walking the red carpet with knives in our backs and our bloodstains are never even seen on the ground by the paparazzi as to our devoted fans we graciously wave



..."Victoria, please forgive me," I cry on the screen for the world to see, but I forgot to add subtitles and these words were foreign to you, so you walked away like nothing ever happened at all

I pray for redemption as my death bell sounds for its final call...



The past will be deeply cherished, but Tomorrow will be buried Today and we can no longer save

I give Victoria one last kiss goodbye as she hands me the shovel to dig my own grave.