Maybe if you blink twice instead of once, you'll see through your lies.
Maybe if I swear, not just promise, one day I'll be able to let you go.
You breathed me in, as I breathed you in; in, out, in, out. Don't stop.
The spaces were filled; the heart was concealed in your lushish warmth.
I miss that warmth. It wrapped around me like lovers on a cold night.
Now here I am - freezing and shivering as the cold takes it toll on me.
I'm gripping onto lies, as everything around me gives up... Up...
Up is where I wish to go. Because I've been in the downard tunnel -
for far too long, son. For far too long. And I've forgotten everything.
The sun seems foreign, love isn't an option, and crying is a pasttime.
What used to be beautiful is now a nice disaster, crashing slowly;
just like you and me. Or is the opposite way? Are we going up or down?
It's hard for me to tell, dear. My pessimist side gets in the way.
I like the ride down to be honest; it feels familiar to my body and mind.
So as I wake up in a fright at night because of another pretty nightmare,
I will not scream. For this is a home to me. It welcomes me brightly.
In my nightmares, I see her face. The one who took away my light,
my sunshine, my love. I wish to plead with her; leave me alone.
I love my lover and my fighter. But is he really a fighter in the world?
Because he doesn't seem to be fighting for me at all anymore.
Why won't he fight? It's such a simple question, yet I receive no answer.
No.
Answer.
