Maybe it was too much. Maybe I believed you'd understand. Maybe it's time to hang up this cape. Maybe this hero's taken all he can take and it's his time to finally break. Loneliness is deadly, but no more so than love. It's strange to think these things could be found in the same place, yet here we are. I was once told that things like this won't last, that the brightest flames burn fast. I guess it must be true, because nothing burned brighter than you. So why am I surprised I'm left here where only ashes remain. I guess I believed that this time wouldn't be the same. It was naïve to dare to believe it was possible to touch the sun and expect to not get burned.