Oh Stars, what is my fortune? (Tell me things will get better)
Because sometimes I feel as if things are worse than if I were just to forget her
This iron hold- my soul is barred- and screaming sweet surrender
Needing a place to hide the heart- protect it, so scarred and tender
Hurt me again, abuse me some more, make me a little deader
But promise me, stars, and fortune alike, that things will only get better.