I worry about you
Don’t say things like there aren’t that many people who want to get to know the real you. Just as there are those who don’t, there are also those who do and always will do.
Just wait for the exceptional work of fate coz you haven’t met them yet, wait until we cross paths
It wouldn’t be that very long.
What are you so anxious about?
Them only wanting to destroy you, you might as well give them the false credit
like a child you hide in your crib, crying and just crying perhaps,
hoping that someone will notice
To reach their arms and hold you
If only we could grasp everything in our hands except that glorious memory
would matters be any different had you chosen to express what taught your heart to cry the worst of pain?
I couldn’t as of the moment be any much of a help
as you can see you and I seem to be brought by the same world but held differently in time and space
You talk ahead of yourself, see the view beyond others
is that why you feel so lonely; so awfully miserable?
Try so hard to keep it in to know what happiness or if it would be enough
Look at you always talking sad words disguised as fun and a pint of logic
but look at what you’ve done to yourself
how you have allowed such suffering to torment you
Always telling me to leave you you’re fine
See what you’ve done, what a pity
You abandoned me; abandoned me I’m speechless
How else do you expect me to live this world full of life and smiles
All the lies, all the pain you threw them all over me at once
What am I supposed to do with these tears?
I pray to the stars to fall at once and exchange your tears with those tiny lights
I can only touch and taste bitter memories of you
Why bring this to yourself, I want to resent you; resent you ending it all
leaving me not a word of a faint goodbye
How cruel are your songs they kill me every time I hear the notes rise and fall
with nothing to do despite all the means I could have done, oh, if they were your tiny screams
Oh, what could be done?
Don’t you see this world doesn’t necessarily have to love you or accept you,
wouldn’t it be enough to have few but feels so much?
Thoughts about dying, loneliness, and judgment
What would I have done instead or how if there was any way I could save you
tell me please tell me
I want to beg you like this forgetting all that we have done
all the happiness now abandoned, forgotten by your
cruel acts of suicide
Oh what could be done; what could I have done, please
it’s saddening my heart spins like crazy looking out for answers
but none has appeared except those glorious days full of regrets and sorrows…