If goodbyes summarize someone leaving, and nightfall is the end of an evening, then the lonely darkness conveniently creeping is all propaganda and completely deceiving, ill bringing of bad news, two sides to a coin flip so which do you choose when no matter your choice heads or tails you both lose, another bruise to your ego like fuck life ain't fair, but no matter the outcome call it while the coins in the air, I swear it's another snare, not a drum tap but a dumb trap ready to snap at the drop of a hat, imagine that, hidden in plain...