We were quite something,
Us 4 against the world.
Us 4, because we didn't really have anyone else.
Us 4,broken, damaged, rebellious and bitter.
- But we knew how to have fun, we sure did.
We knew how to stick it to the powers that be.
We knew that what we did didn't really matter.
We knew how small we were.

And that made us angry.

Because society's system comes in a 'one size fits all' that didn't, and doesn't, fit us.
Because when you're broken and the world doesn't care and the system doesn't work and you're NOT just the average teen who parties and wears the latest fashion, when you're nothing like them, when you're nothing like they want you to be
-- When you know that the socially accepted normal is stupid and meaningless and pathetic --

There's nothing else you can do but scream "***** YOU I'M DIFFERENT" with every fibre of your being and defiantly stare into the eyes of normal as you step over their invisible little line -
And it helps a little.

But only a little.

....

I'd like to say we're still united,
Us 4 against the evil oppressors.
But we're different.
We've always been different.
And that which united us once then pulled us to different places.

And now there's only 3 of us.
And it's strange how death can reunite,
Even for a moment,
3 rebels.
It's strange how death can bring clarity
To an age ago.
It's strange how it all makes sense now.
Because I think it had to be us 4,
I think we found each other
While the rest of the world was still asleep
- And much of it still is.
I think we needed each other
- I certainly did.
And I'm glad that,
In our hate,
Our bitterness and pain,
In this we found each other.
In this chaos we found love
- Even if only just for a moment.
And I miss it.
But it couldn't have lasted.
And I miss him.
But he wasn't ever truly for this world.
And we weren't ever truly for each other.
So it's a memory now, a memory of an age ago.
But I wouldn't say just.
Because 4 rebels united against the world are truly something,
Something more than just.