I knew a girl who dreamed she'd touch the sky, she gazed at it every night, picking out her stars. “Someday I think I'll leave this world” she says, thinking inside her head that it can't really be that far. For every I love you that he never meant, a kiss on someone elses lips. The chain remains. A hundred candles forgive his sins. Two floors down a girl gives in. The chain remains. As time went by the girl got older. Her attempts to fly got bolder, but still, something held her down. It was the ball and chain she wore for luck. It was her love for it that kept her stuck. It had promised her so much. The ball and chain was all he left. It screams out broken promises. It's just an empty shell, his heart was somewhere else. Is it sinking in? Are you catching on? Is it getting through?