Rollout.
You flatten my heart with a single word.
I strike back but it’s not very effective.
No badge or false sense of honor is worth what we do to each other.
Rollout.
You crush my soul this time.
I faint but can’t back down.
The cycle of pain spins on as we plot each other’s end.
Rollout.
You push away my embrace.
I fight back but only see my end in sight.
Make it stop, we can’t keep doing this.
Rollout
You tear my party to pieces.
I toss out my last chance to break out of this pattern.
It’s super effective. It pains me to hurt you, but we’re nearing our final moment together.
Milk Drink.
Rollout.
I white out.