where you'll find me ?

i won't be underneath your bed or in your cupboard. i won't be hiding in your sheets or laughing in your backyard. i'll be lost, lost, lost to the unknown. i'll be fading, disappearing, growing away, moving up, etc etc, the end, happily ever after. or whatever.

you think you can change it but it's written into history. didn't you know we're no more than puppets in this game called destiny ? we all play our parts, get our happiness, get our sadnessoncreasedpaper. we get everything we ask for because,
in the end,
we die.

six feet down.

the silence we always wanted,

the lonely we always ran from.

didn't i tell you ? didn't i warn you ?

i'll miss you when we're gone.