I don't have much left for you to take, but I swear, I'll give it all.

Really? Because you said you'd give me the moon, but I guess you don't recall.

I've poured my life into this mess, can't you give me one more chance?

You made promises you never kept, and I'm expected not to take a stance?

You're a ***** and a mistress cruel, but I just can't stop loving you.

Begging is for dogs, but I guess your true colors must bleed through.

All these trips and traps have steered us wrong, but I'm alright if you're with me.

You set all the traps. I did most of the tripping, besides you over your feet.

Don't you remember that one day? When we were joined in the eyes of God?

"Till death do us part", well now I'm dead on the inside, and you're a fraud.

If you truly hate me so, then I'll just have to be on my way.

My things are packed, and my flight is booked. So actually, you can stay."
It's hard to think this is goodbye. Will we ever meet again?

Hopefully not. You were always the wrong clichés.

I've been walking a tightrope through the world
but somehow the line has curled
and bent.
And I've spent the better part of my dreamscape
trying to find a cape to pin to my shoulder
use boulders as my paperweights
to stop these thousands of pages
opening up the floodgates.

I will never know how you managed that.
To pull a relationship out of a magicians hat
and say "Abracadabra!"
shortly before saying "Goodbye."
I ask myself this question as if I don't already know why.
Because we reap what we sow in this life
and the undertow that drags us down back to Earth
when we reach for the skies
is only gravity trying to remind us...
...

We were never meant to be Daedlus
because in being a genius
you run the risk of flying just a little
to close to the sun.
And you know you've won the human race
when you can no longer look into the face
of the ones you love.

But reach for the sky anyway.
As if you're being held up by the gunslinger
that we like to call 'Confidence'.
Reinvent bravery
and fall towards Earth when you're done.
Less like a shot down plane,
more like a fallen angel.
We'll all get to wear our halos eventually.