The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out. You left me in the dark. No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight. In the shadow of your heart.
Pulling me back. The sea keeps pulling.
Inevitable? Perhaps. Perhaps its meant to be.
Am I fighting a losing battle? Grasping onto something thats isn't there? I'm scared of losing myself. But perhaps I'm already lost, and I'm fighting for a ghost.