I hope soon that the truth is known, that I didn't mean to be a bone.
To be lured into the bleeding mess, that was soon cracked by a broken chest.
A chest not filled with shallow love, but a chest filled with a sappy dove.
That searched through the stars to find another, unfortunately he turned out to be "just a brother"

Through think & thin though, he kept trying. Even if most of the time, it was spent crying.
But with noble hopes and his head up high, he hoped that he thoughts would not lead him to die.
But soon after, he became weary, of the feelings that other were feeling.
Because of this he became a mess, a broken pile of hopes and dreams.
Knowing that deep in his heart, he knew soon, his woman would part.

So sadness just became the norm. (A lonely ship, to sail through the storm.)
As that metaphor would surely show, the was a great journey, and a great one to know.
For one day there came a chance, a chance he thought! "Where she might say yes!"
And although at first the chance was great, but then it became soon erased.
When he learned that she was no more, a happy woman, who longed for more!
Only one that sorrow struck through, which punished him, (although she hardly knew.)

So he became good friends with his past, and also good friends, friends from his past.
That used the be just a painful rash, although he did it for her, so she wouldn't gash,
Her thoughts and feelings with a knife, and her smooth skin with all the fright.
That her group of friends would be no more, and her happy paradise would become rich in being poor.

Although this victory was shortly lived, when he realized he friends weren't friends.
They were only strangers with a cloak, to hide their face from his hope.
Which greatly shined across the land, soon filling the people which he used to have.
but was stopped when an argument was begginning, about the woman, he was suppost to be winning.

He then realized what he had done, which destroyed his heart like a gun.
He then lost all that was fun, all of them except for one.
One more person to help him out, one more to save him from the drought.
Of feelings that always cave in, but knowing that he had to win.

For he thought sooner to cater, whether it was next week or a century later.
He knew that he would have her broken heart, and the doves would no longer be two parts.