We stood in the sand we stared at the stars What good is any of it now? These were the moments in our lives That invoked years of silence And after all that we had done We had become…(the private joke). We knew the risks and we were willing to take them We would go through with it, and let it forever change us We were so desperate to feel the pounding in our chests We were those who’d let their hearts, beat themselves to death We couldn’t go back to the way it was before We would go our separate ways and never tell anyone But what good are memories with no one to stand beside you? What good are memories if those you made them with despise you?