Tinnitus

We boarded a train, Going towards insanity. The train tracks are, Corroded by vanity. It stopped for sleep, We tried to run away, Just like we did, Every time we played. No one would stop us, I sang a lullaby, To her and her only, Every time she cried. Sometimes I waited, For another start. Our dreamy beginning, The one we tore apart. But one way or another, It always found us, Drowning in sorrow, It had me nonplussed, How we just sat there, And it all fell down; How though we both waited, And were never renowned. After all of that, I had decided, To live again as two, With my heart divided.