Who Am I to You After We Missed Our Chance?

Our love is just right where it ends. No more fighting, no more arguing, no more pain. You don't have to remember the good in me. Our wandering ends here, just in time, before we reach the ends of the earth. It's not as if I absolutely have to go to that castle. The sky has grown a little dark, just enough that no one can see me looking sad. Don't pay too much attention to the marks on me.