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I hate to make good promises—cause you won’t think of the bad ones

I feel at peace but am not, I feel fulfilled but empty — can't I have them all?

Be my puppet, be my clerk, shed your pride and be my guard.

All I was, was a fly with no heart with no love — took me as "one of them."

'Tis heart that makes a man, and the man that makes the heart.

This body, a curse or a blessing, an object, or my worth — treated like an idol and served as a queen.

I am tomorrow, a dream unseen. I hope and wish you come to me, to see what you have made for you.

Hero so weak he became a shadow, only to find what made him feel zero.

You’ve reached the end — for now.