Black Holes and Revelations

What's the point of roaming, if I don't know what I'm going to do?

What's the point of planning, if you don't fully know the terrain?

What's the point of giving your best, if the barrier is impassable?

What's the point of having beautiful flowers, if your roots are rotten?

What's the point of being a delicious fruit, if you're toxic?

What's the point of apologizing, if you can't be trust?

What's the point of having you around, if I can't trust you?

What's the point of teaching me, if you don't even know you?

Why should I trust you, if you don't even trust yourself?

Why should I follow you, if you're going to a road end?

Why would I want to see you, if you're full of darkness?

Why would I move with you, if you're just going backwards?

Why should I be with you, if you're just an empty memory for me?

 

Questions, questions that will remain unanswered, questions that are not free of any shame.

Grab what's left of you, and go away, go far away, you don't belong here, you prove me wrong, I don't know you.

Leave me alone, the debris you left and me, that's all I need, I shall be back.

Go away from here, where you will have the possibility of doing what you want, what you think is better.

Your chance have been wasted, asking for more would be an offense for us.

There will be no flowers, no, not this time; there will be no angels, gracing the lines; just these stark words, I find; I had show a smile, but I am to weak; I had share with you if I could only speak…

…just how much this hurts me.