We stood in the sand we stared at the starsnWhat good is any of it now?nThese were the moments in our livesnThat invoked years of silencenAnd after all that we had donenWe had become…(the private joke).nnWe knew the risks and we were willing to take themnAnd so we went through with it, forever change usnWe were those who felt they were desperate to livenWe were those who’d let their hearts, beat themselves to deathnnWe couldn’t go back to the way it was beforenSo we would go our separate ways and never tell anyonenBut what good are memories with no one to stand beside you?nWhat good are memories if those you made them with despise you?