My Departure From Home

We sit here together, two birds of a feather, wishing for a life unreal
And refuse to surrender our fates to whatever though waiting around has no appeal

So I ask you, my friend, will you follow me to the end and fight for our well-deserved dreams?
You say no, well then I shall go myself and try to succeed...


Scratch the 'try', I shall or I'll die, there will be nothing in between.