Shattered and broken,
Just like the orbs we saw our futures in;
Shattered and broken,
Just like the cups, that held the dregs of fate within;
Shattered and broken,
With sweaty palms that held yours once;
That I still hold now, will never let go;
Reading them was ecstasy,
The future I wanted, was in front of me;
The present says, that future is past,
You are gone, and I am left aghast;
Without you, I am just -
Shattered and broken, at last.
Was it a divine intervention?
Who knows, but I hate how I feel it was inevitable;
My heart is in pieces, and I hate how that came as a surprise;
I hate this fate, the future I didn't foresee,
I can't see ahead, I don't want to anymore;
You have died, but I'm dead,
The future is not for you, not for me.
I'm shattered, I'm broken,
How it will end, we will see.
