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Every day is basically the same.
We’ve become hamsters in our own spinning wheels.
It’s the familiar, boring game.
We’re going round and round on our heels.
The world’s become a scarier place.
I’m just a number,
not a person,
at least according to them.
If I die as the only one,
then it doesn’t matter.
I’m just a dot in their statistics.
I love to see myself in water.
In ocean of your lovely eyes.
I love when you make me embarrassed.
Shine of your smile can make me rise.
You will not know that I am write for you
because i can't show it, my scars.
The dawn isn’t close enough,
yet I am jolted awake
from a dream that felt
like a time machine,
throwing me back to the past, so mean.
I’ve learned a lot
just from your betrayal.
No wonder trust is expensive.
No point in calling me paranoid.
I’ve added more bricks to my wall,
I wish I had my rose-coloured glasses,
so I could see the colours of your optimism.
You say we can be stronger than our painful wounds.
Maybe it’s true.
Maybe I could play the same role again too.
I can’t live without you.
You think so, too.
I am lonely now.
So give me your heart and take my love.
Never! Never! Never
Make promises forever.
You’ll never know
but he misses the old days
when you seemed to love him so,
in your arms, he’d felt safe and protected.
You only see
“Patience is a virtue.”
Yeah, right.
At least according to you.
“There’s no point in this fight.”
Nothing wrong with patience.
Tell you what?
They’ll suggest that accept
that this has never been a perfect world.
One way or another,
we’re all bound to hurt,
so just deal with it.
My eyes should rest
And so should I
I am so tired of this, at all
I want to feel alive again
At least for once
That would be nice
I had the strangest, most vivid dream.
I heard your voice, faintly somewhere in the distance,
yet my phone was still off and charging.
Was it my imagination?
Was my mind playing tricks on me again?
