Equipped with nothing, br only pieces of my past. br I make my way across br my life a broken, beaten br man. And when the hell br are you coming back? br I never meant to hurt you br but, you know you hurt br me too, and you know I br can’t move on. This suitcase br of memories burdens me br with it’s questions, burdens br me with it’s weight. You br weight me down with your br innocence, like you weigh br me down with your lies. br And I would walk across br the sky for you, I would br give to you the stars. All br these pieces of my past br seem to hold me back, br seem to hold me down. br I stand here on the precipice br of something so divine, br with or without you now. br With or without everything br that I have ever known.