But who I was before I met you?
There's a hole in my chest
Once there was a bright bonfire
There's a hole in my head
Once there was my strong desire
Now they're filled with ashes
The remains of my passion
Remnants of
my inaptitude.
Evidence of
my incapability.
The only constant
in these ruins
is my carcass,
covered in ashes
of what I
cared about.