Here I am, heart wrapped in gauze. I'm bound by my own inadequate mistakes. Lightning fills the midnight sky, stars look from up above, a symbol of your dying, lying love. Where did we start? When did things end? When was the last time that we held each other's hand? When did we begin and when can we be through? I'm through with you. How can I forgive you now, with all the pain you bring upon yourself and upon me? How can I forget you now that we've brought ourselves this far? Where did time go? What happened to the universal feeling, the universal healing? With an outstretched arm can I hold the stars? Would they fade away or burn and scar? I'll grab these stars and make them mine. All I need is time. Why do we always want what we can't have and we always have what we don't want? Does justice prevail at all anymore? Does justice really prevail? I am the essence of a wounded spirit. I am Jack's broken heart. Subsided, subdued. My solo aptitude. The stars aren't that far, I can feel them looking down on me, so vigorously. This brokenness will never be my home. Without you I'll never feel alone. I'm burning your letters, it makes me feel better.