You can't reach me.
We don't even exist on the same level.
If you believed half the things I did
You'd be making out with a loaded weapon before
You could even begin to understand.
Your a constant, fruitless chase.
An empty promise.
A futile attempt of darker forces to upset the current balance.
Your an illusion and a ghost.
In the end; you were everything yet you were nothing.
God, Fate and Destiny have nothing to do with it.
You are just the creation of a fragile ego and a wanton heart.