Within the pails of shattered dreams,
the lies of tongues, twisted and foul.
Beneath the tears of molten streams,
the jest of minds, riven with scowl.
Does it matter anymore?

Straight into my heart's descent,
far below a life's ascent.
What's left to adore?
Left alone to face despair,
to suffocate in abundant air.
What's not to abhor?

Through the years, I kissed your pain,
I faced your fears, I took the blame.
Your restless heart, no one can tame,
my freedom now begets your shame.
It doesn't matter anymore.