rotten smoth exdended

MOLDED, ROTTING, SLOWLY DECAYING, EACH PUN AND EACH LINE, WAS IT ALL WORTH PRETENDING? THEY ARE NO LONGER HERE. OH, BUDDY, OUR LEGACY... IT'S OVER... IT'S OVER... HAUNTED MEMORIES, THEY LINGER IN THE AIR, A FADING ECHO OF LAUGHTER THAT WE USED TO SHARE, THE COLORS HAVE FADED, THE JOY IS NOW GONE, WE'RE JUST SHADOWS IN THE TWILIGHT, WAITING FOR DAWN. EVERY JOKE, EVERY SCENE, NOW A DISTANT DREAM, THE LIGHTS HAVE DIMMED, NO MORE BRIGHTLY THEY BEAM, WAS IT ALL JUST A SHOW, A FANTASY IN THE END? OUR TALE HAS CONCLUDED, NO MORE LEFT TO MEND. MOLDED, ROTTING, SLOWLY DECAYING, EACH PUN AND EACH LINE, WAS IT ALL WORTH PRETENDING? THEY ARE NO LONGER HERE. OH, BUDDY, OUR LEGACY... IT'S OVER... IT'S OVER... WE'RE LEFT WITH THE SILENCE, A GHOSTLY REMAINS, OF A TIME WHEN WE LIVED WITHOUT ANY RESTRAINS, NOW THE CURTAIN HAS FALLEN, THE SPOTLIGHTS FADE, WE'RE JUST WHISPERS IN THE DARK, OF A SHOW WE ONCE MADE. BUT IN THE DARKNESS, A LIGHT WILL STILL GLEAM, FOR THOSE WHO REMEMBER, WHO DARE TO DREAM, THOUGH WE'RE MOLDED, ROTTING, SLOWLY DECAYING, THE SPIRIT OF OUR LAUGHTER WILL NEVER STOP SWAYING. MOLDED, ROTTING, SLOWLY DECAYING, EACH PUN AND EACH LINE, WAS IT ALL WORTH PRETENDING? THEY ARE NO LONGER HERE. OH, BUDDY, OUR LEGACY... IT'S OVER... IT'S OVER... OR IS IT... JUST THE BEGINNING?