They said the day we started out that we would never make it, that our fate
was written out in the stars.
I guess they were right, proof of this lies in my scars.
My face is turned upwards, looking at the shapes the stars make.
I'm thinking back on all those things you said to me, wondering if they
were fake.
Did you love me once, or was it all just pretend?
I thought you would be with me until the end.
Well I suppose this is the end because you were my life.
So how shall I end this, with a knife?
I stare down at the lake where you and I used to swim,
Remembering sounds of laughter that now sound so dim.
I slip down into the cold, dark water, sinking down to my new stead.
I look up, and I can still see the shapes in the stars above my head.
 
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