Our spoken words turn to ice, as we leave each other behind. But we keep our lies alive. We're always trying to forget that we stopped asking why. We are the branches. We are the branches that the storm has pulled down. Alone we're easy to break, but together we are strong. We are the children, we carry the leaves. This time we are torn and deceived. All the damage that we've done will never hurt again. We will always carry on. We'll cut our roots, and leave ourselves to the storm.