{Set I: Brandon}
The season must turn, turn, and turn
Our pain and love will turn, turn, and turn
There's a time to heal
There's a time to feel
The pain is not everlasting
But to build up
We must break down
So take my hand and rise up
Let me wipe those tears and frown
We shall not **** and not even seal
We will gain
But for that we must lose
We will make peace
I promise you it is not too late

As time fades,
we begin to evaporate with it,
leaving no pleasant aroma lingering in the mystical mist.
I want to enhance the memorable essences of forgotten,
for thee to deeply inhale and salvage through the delicate memories;
let thy indulgences be with what was, and not with what is...
-Ethiiochick