Seemingly it's rather easy to walk away from the pain, perhaps because it was expected.
I was the play mate, maybe always had been.
So brief, so expected, so happy, so short-lived...
Fighting for something that doesn't want to be owned, why do i still tried?
Perhaps I've mistaken .... I thought I saw this glimpse of hope .
But it was just another illusion i create to make myself happier..
Maybe I held my tears , or maybe I don't feel the pain anymore.
After all, this was another battle not to be fought for.
Or maybe because I have psycho myself to believe that it doesn't exist anymore.
It's just a taboo.. maybe
When you left, when you apologized , i wanted to scream so badly...
But no words came out, except me wishing you the best, wishing you happiness, wishing you joy.
Why do i keep fighting for things that doesn't exist?
Maybe for once, i really wanna believe.
"Why did you tear my heart apart
You said you'll love me from the start
All those painful things you've put me through"
