This is just something that Being bored in Algebra brought out. We've Been Here Before, You And I, False Statements Give Birth To Lies. Guilt Breathes Down My Neck. So I Try And I Fail Somehow You Shatter And I Stay Alive. Switch The Song, Repeat, Repeat To Think Of You, Theres No Relief. Remember, It's Simple. With Vision Impaired, Say Frightful Sight. Or We'll Forget From Which We've Come Was It The Grave? Or Was It The Womb? One Thing For Certain, Were All Headed To The Same Place