The end of us is about to come.
We just ran, scared and confused.
The sky is purple, the ground is barren
Just hoping that no one sees us.
We ran hand in hand, hoping to have the last run before we die
You kept looking back, just in case I fell behind
For someone who always had the desire to die
We ran to the safety a bit too fast.
The guns begin to roar
I screamed as one of them hit you.
And then I was numb.
They broke our promises of eternity.
The world didn't end, but for me it did.
It cracked—and I fell through.
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 12:36 AM UTC
The end of us is about to come.
We just ran, scared and confused.
The sky is purple, the ground is barren
Just hoping that no one sees us.
We ran hand in hand, hoping to have the last run before we die
You kept looking back, just in case I fell behind
For someone who always had the desire to die
We ran to the safety a bit too fast.
The guns begin to roar
I screamed as one of them hit you.
And then I was numb.
They broke our promises of eternity.
The world didn't end, but for me it did.
It cracked—and I fell through.
