I wrapped my heart in steel but you still managed to break it.
Loving you was the most exquisite form of self destruction, sometimes the greates love is simply to let go.
They disset hearts in biology, cut them into pieces, but i wonder if they could ever find out why you make me feel this way.
We are nothing but space dust, trying to find its way back to the stars.
Of all the lies i have ever lived my favorite was you and I
In the end we are nothing more than love and space dust.






