After destroying the love I taught you,
You've been far from my reach for ages.

Perhaps one day, weary of fame's suffocating burden,
You’ll seek to return, but time will no longer wait for you.

Perhaps your cheeks will be marked by the lines of sorrow,
Perhaps your dead conscience will be taking its final breaths.

Maybe in the pauses between those breaths,
You’ll regret the offenses you made to my pure love.

Perhaps my faithful, unwavering one-sided love
Kept your dying conscience alive for just a few more moments.

Perhaps the memories you once despised
Will begin to haunt you, overflowing with the love you ignored.

Perhaps you'll wish to abandon the public stage of fame,
But your half-dead soul won’t allow it.

Maybe you’ll pause to reflect,
Can you answer every question asked of you?
Do you have the words to forgive the sins
That taint the history of your heart?

Perhaps you won't even dare ask your soul
Why my silence contained an entire universe,
One you left miles behind for fleeting fame.

Maybe you'll muster...