Låttexter: Nonpoint. To The Pain. The Shortest Ending.

When will the pages stop turning?
How could there possibly be this many? My fingers are burning from turning, what feels like a million pages to me.
Makes no difference to me. I'm up to my knees. With miles to go. No way to really know what's left to find out about a character lending his life for shortest ending. Is this the end of the story finally coming? Is this the of the story finally? It's a longest way to the shortest ending. Arguments. Happiness. Lie with a smile. Popularity contests, and miracle miles of traveling. Weather for days. Skies were a blaze. 1000 degrees even under the shade. Trying everything just to finish this. It's taking everything to keep me from giving this all up for a chance to see the beginning and the shortest ending. No matter how hard I try to deny.
It denies me 100 times more. I could say every thing right. I'm still going to be wrong just like I was before. Well I'm
starting the story again. Understanding the way this will end will still be an end loose from pretending we will when we know that we won't. Saying you do when you know that you don't...

(Thanks to Valerie for these lyrics)