loml, Probably.
The promises I ever held were desolated in the ruin of our history
A reminder of how I thought I was yours in the back of my mind
You asked me to be the hand who could keep you from falling apart
Someone to keep you going when life is trying to shackle your legs for going forward
Unknowingly, I am shackling myself in the name of my commitment to you
A golden cage that I put in my own hands, in the middle of masquerade
Who’s gonna tell me that I cling to the rope that didn’t exist?
Turned to bitter truth where I end up falling into pieces?
A brutal reality that wakes me up from the endless dream
Maybe I was awake the whole time
But convince myself that I’m not for the sake of dreaming
My eyes linger around, and it finally sank at how much it cost me
How I keep writing the story in my skin
A burning wound that I perceive as a blessing
Yet not even the salt stream can formed within my eyes
The dream of the nevercoming cost the drought of my tears
I was an afterthought even when I sat in the front seat
Looking at you, whose gaze is fixed on the backstage
When the lights go out, so does my heart
Giving up on the pretense of love, which turned into anguish
The show is finally ending
and I found myself going home crying
I drowned
In the sorrow, caused by my own failing judgement
The siren is screaming
The streetlight is silently laughing
At the behest of me, who keep loving
Even when I know the ending
Something that never existed should never be mourned
But here I am, standing in the cemetery of our stories
I left no flowers to honor it,
Just like how you leave me with nothing to remember
