And in the end I guess it would be me
Who gained only to lose
The stars aligned only to explode
Leaving the cold emptiness to house my soul
But I don't regret it yet
And if the time came I'd run back to your light
A moth to the sun
A martyr of the only emotion I cannot control
Love
Or is it hate?
The abuse I sustain to prove myself
Worthy
Wantable
And able
But for what?
Does my heart not beat?
Do my eyes not cry?
Am I not a breathing organism?
Does my body and soul not portray enough
To consider myself worthy
So in the end who really is unworthy
You or I?
