day fell and night was seen, and i found my version of an annabel lee.
and looking back, it was nothing short of a mistake or maybe three,

when i looked at her, sat down and held a lying dream.
but if you found her in the side of the road, sobbing with only gin to hear,

would thee agree with such a cynical mind to leave her to grieve?
because given the chance or just half the shot,

would thee agree with such a cynical decree to torture annabel lee?



for i agree that to a certain degree i was idiotic to believe,
to blind myself from the truth of whom i thought to be my annabel lee.

but still, everything overseas were nothing but another thing to see,
another thing we would not care to leave compared to whom i believed to be annabel lee.

yet i agree that to a pointless degree, i blinded myself completely to not believe
i agreed to let myself to be blinded to a degree where i would not believe,

believe that whom i thought to be my annabel lee had such a wicked creed.



and that's the tale of how began the leave, how my "i's" no longer stood alone
and instead was held hand-in-hand with my *****, annabel lee.

that's the tale of how began the leave, of how i gave everything for annabel lee,
of how i began to love, under the pretense of being free,

the tale of how i began to love the annabel lee that would do nothing but destroy me.
that's the tale of the beginning of the end as i set the guilty free,

the tale of when i let annabel lee destroy the world  beneath my feet.

for yet still the reddest of moons and the brightest rainbows
would pale next to my annabel lee;

for even the blackest of suns and the darkest of exploding stars
would never compare to sinai bea.

really, can you blame me?