
Tonight the sky chooses my fate for me,
And I am just a throwaway memory,
A broken line connecting two sides,
Always twisting and screaming in my sleep.
But do not worry, love, there is still time to hide.
As the sky chooses for me,
Count to ten and run for the moon.
It is too late to say you are sorry,
Too late to save me from the gloom.
So, keep yourself safe like you always do.
If you dare to take a look back at me,
Keep your lying palms on your eyes.
You were pretending to be happy,
Now go and pretend to enjoy my demise.
-Jackie








