Part 1
I pursue you with the best of intentions
But there's a truth within me that holds me back
Like a moth getting too close to the flame
Simultaneously knowledgeable of the destruction capable within
Once spread out wide and proud
my wings now start to incinerate from the heat
My once graceful flight turns to panic and chaos
Desperate for an answer to the problem I myself have created
Naught comes to mind, and doubt creeps into my decisions
withdrawn from the clear thoughts inhabiting my mind
Withdrawn from reality right in front of me
Eyes become cloudy and my efforts strained
Blurred visions flare and I allow doubts to restrain me
More restraining than the heat burning my wings
Part 2
As I hit the ground with a pathetic thump
Laying in ashes spewed from the fire
I think back to the chaos in regret and disappointment
Attracted by the light hoping it held something great
but the wicked truth has sunken deep within
this was a battle I could never win