At the end of the series

I wouldn’t know where to say we started
It seems as if it’s always been
Then again
When you’re with friends
Time doesn’t play fair
Death started everything
And a stupid gift of life ended it

Strange, don’t you think?
You go off to become educated
When back before we were just punks on the street
And I don’t know where to go
I used to be the leader of three
He is where he wants to be
And the last of us is too

Seems like that’s finally it
I am free
Cut away from being in someone else’s name
Would you laugh if I said I miss it?
You’d probably agree
Being in charge of ourselves is new again
But when were we ever out of control?

Besides always, I mean

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