I was a ship on my own journey, yet you like Charybdis consumed me
Tearing the sails and the crushing the bow to hasten its downfall
With hope in sight, I willingly drowned only to find nothing
So I relinquished all I had to fill your emptiness, hoping for something in return
I gave too much; you never did
Orpheus’s loss could barely compare to what I lost for your love
Still I hope, clinging onto our wooden remains, that this time you’ll fall
And drown with me too.