My propagated stories hold obsidian sides

Silhouetted dialogue encrypt white lies

Spotlighted fibs brighten my eyes

We’re from rivaling worlds and from far away times

We’re Romeo and Juliet, remembered in Rhymes

The irony's burning, but my hands are still tied

I want to escape, but my heart won't abide

On the hood of my car, our hands intertwine

My vision's impaired in the haze of this wine

We’ll never be one, only two of a kind

I’ll miss your smile and your innocent mind

You can’t know my darkness, you have to stay blind

We'll see eachother some day; the year 2105?

I'll look for your ghost, i'll feel for you vibe

I'll miss you morosely; I think I’ll be fine

meloncholy clouds are coming, and are starting to cry

to my beautiful Queen, here’s my final goodbye