I don't want to be fake
Two paths, I could take
I'm doing this for my sake
Which would be the better mistake?

The decision is mine to make
It's far from being a piece of cake
And a few hearts, I'm going to break
The decision will be made when I wake

When I have woken up
To the awful truth
That no matter what I do
My soul, I cannot soothe

The clock has run out of hours.
The ocean was beckoned by Poseidon.
The torn plucked berries of poison.
I was never going to be yours.

The gravity kept us grounded.
The roses bloomed till its death.
The clouds had finally wept.
*I was left wounded.

Slowly the weight of the world
seems to fade

The more I fall in love with it.