I guess the fortune teller's right. 
I should have seen just what was there. And not some "holy light". 
But you crawled beneath my veins. And now I don't care, I have no luck.
I don't miss it all that much. There's just so many things that I can't touch.
I'm torn

I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel. I'm cold and I am shamed, lying naked on the floor.
Illusion never changed into something real. I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
You're a little late.
I'm already torn.