I thought I saw a man brought to life, he was warm, he came around like he was dignified, he showed me what it was to cry. Well you couldn't be that man I adored, you don't seem to know, seem to care what your heart is for, but I don't know him anymore. There's nothing where he used to lie, my conversation has run dry, that's what's going on, nothing's fine. I'm torn, I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel, I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor, illusion never changed into something real. I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn, you're a little late... I'm already torn. So I guess the fortune teller's right, should have seen just what was there and not some holy light. Which crawled beneath my veins and now I don't care, I had no luck, I don't miss it all that much. There's just so many things that I can touch.
When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it’s not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.
