Nothing Else Matters- Apocalyptica


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The sound picks up,

The violins get louder.

Their thoughts move back to that night at the ocean,

Walking slowly along the shore,

The volume increases.

A wave crashes against the shore

The wind rustling through the leaves.

A tree almost falls.

Hands reach out frantically to grab the missing link

As she falls into the water,

Sinking like a rock under the persistent current.

He can’t let his true love die.

Screams of protest, 

He does it anyway.

Can’t let his true love die.

And if he can

They go down together.

They think it’s their own fault

Even though it’s not

The guilt will be forever present

For death persisted in their hands.

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