This ain't it

There's more to this
Than just this shit,

What started off as something normal
Has now quickly become out of hand

This aint it,

Not what is supposed to make me cry
Not what's supposed to break my heart in the dead of night.

I try not to hurt you,
But every time I feel pushed further into sadder and sadder songs.

Writing has no cure to failure,
But small successes make us feel like the victors of insurmountable battles,
So here we go.

Let us live for the dark nights and cloudy storms,
Because that's what the armor is for,
We're knights of virtue,
And we just want to sing a sad, sad, song.