A naked man, across the lawn, ghosts of morning walk a carpet of tears,
Croquet balls, scattered moons, drowning sorrows on a sea of green.
The fairy falls with broken wings; I hold it close to me and then let it fly,
Another dream, another you, shattered splintered shards explode in the blue.
An open door, an empty drive; no kitchen drama, no final goodbye,
Youâ²re making it out, it's all my fault; you left to go in search of sympathy.
You thrive on grief, on tragedy;
You paint the pictures you want them to see.
Iâ²m just a dark star, inhabiting a silent void,
Spinning in the darkness, orbiting a universe,
I want to be a meteor, want to travel at the speed of light,
Another dead star, silhouette against a pale moon,
I want to crash into another world.
That's how it was, or how you saw it,
You never talked, you never listened,
I beg to differ, I choose to disagree,
You wanted out, I couldn't take it,
You got no balls, donâ²t you know it,
Thatâ²s my opinion you're making that clear
Itâ²s an end, this thing is over,
You led me on, tin pot poet,
I write the words down that you don't want to see.
Iâ²m just a dark star, inhabiting a silent void,
Spinning in the darkness, orbiting a universe,
I want to be a meteor, want to travel at the speed of light,
Another dead star, silhouette against a pale moon,
I'm in another world.
It ainâ²t easy, it was never going to be, it ain't no free ride,
You don't get my sympathy,
You should have realized you had to compromise,
It ainâ²t easy, it was never going to be easy.
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