We did remain ourselves
But you weren't who I thought you to be
and as I preached the devil wouldn't catch you,
you were the devil that caught me.
I tried to write about you before.
All that was left before me was a blank page,
because I realized I know nothing of you.
I only know about us.
And we were majestic beings,
we soared through the open doors
presented before us.
And when you held my hand
I believed the words you said.
I was as trusting as my heart.
But now, I trust no one but myself.
It all ended, when my eyes drew you
as a fucking perfect piece of art.