Hopeful in my pursuit of what I find true to my ear,
the broken heart doesn’t beat twice. It’s time, I fear.
Encapsulated in fake memories, having lived a delusional life,
her voice echoes, spreading deceit. My endless strife.

A cold lie in the face of what I thought was true,
But I still erase my identity to create space for you.
Compulsive scribbling that tears through papers.
Rewriting my life, one too many times, and once again.

– Ted