— F. M. L. forever.
— F. M. L. forever.
— F. M. L. forever.
Little did I know you would F. my L. forever. Little did I know you would be my hurricane.
Explanation:
"FML" - fuck my life.
Your heart is unobtainable
Even though Lord knows you have mine.
You took what you wanted and left, like locusts.
Everything i gave to you, everything that we've been through
You bled me dry and then left, like leeches.
Go, you got what you could now leave, like vultures
Ripped apart in minutes what was built in seven years
The ink scarred on your back may as well of disappeared
For as long as i remember, you sold everything you owned
But now you sold our friendship, you're on your fucking own.
Being betrayed by the people you love can screw you up.
You are strange. Disloyal to the living, but faithful to a shade.
I'm sorry to say so but, sadly, it's true
and Hang-ups can happen to you.
You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch.
And your gang will fly on.
You'll be left in a Lurch.
You'll come down from the Lurch
with an unpleasant bump.
And the chances are, then,
that you'll be in a Slump.
And when you're in a Slump,
you're not in for much fun.
Un-slumping yourself
is not easily done.
He waits by the rocks of the darkened sea, at the foot of the long, sudden drop. Within the maw of pointed-teeth beasts, the stutter of the heart, then stopped... He was the fifth. The fifth Bishop of the Old Faith. Our brother, The One Who Waits. Back then he was known by the name Narinder. But as millennia wore on, he grew discontent with his role. He began to question. He was gluttonous in his ambition. And in my imprudence I loved him. For it, I lost my mind. For it, he lost his freedom. Can you fathom such betrayal, Lamb? Of your own turned against you? Would you like to find out? He was the fifth. The fifth Bishop of the Old Faith. Our brother, The One Who Waits. Back then he was known by the name Narinder.
You can't keep a good man down.
If you knock me down to the ground
I will bounce and rebound!