So sick of chasing shooting stars.
In the end, these dreams
of mine still fall to earth, 
and I'm forever lost. 
Why do I persevere?
And follow dreams 
that are always the
farthest from touch.

You know nothing
of what I've bled for us and nothing of what I've forsaken for you. 
You turned your back on me. 
With your thoughts straying from what I thought was ours. 
So did it ever mean more to you, than something you could walk away from? 
Or something you never felt? 
I've been cursed with false hope. 
I crafted
a being so beautiful, so perfect. 
I made you what you are
today. 
I held you high. 
They gazed in awe. 
Greater than the gods themselves. 
But in the depths of despair, what have I created?
scavenger to the hearts of men. 
So intricate in your deceit, a scavenger to the hearts of men. 
sailors bride. 
With you eyes so blue. 
Deep enough, they could sink ships. 
Theres a [bad word] and I'm not strong enough to whether your heavy heart. 
To The Depths.