In the end.
It's all summed it to the short of it.
In the end.
We are the tag lines.
Thinking if we achieve greatness, the negative will be forgotten.
The intoxicated stumbling words and the sober wishful days will disappear.
No.
Those tag lines stay.  

In the end.
You're funeral will be filled with people you have grown apart from.
In the end.
You're forgotten.

In the end...
It doesn't matter who you kissed that one lonely night.
In the end...
It doesn't matter how much you hated your self when you were young.
In the end...
You're alone.

And at the **** of it all,
only the tag lines stay.