I guess I picked and choose this
Either way I must lose
cause many days ahead, lay await
Patience...
That is something I can't afford to take
It's too late to stop this, from unfolding
And I wouldn't want to stop this
I didn't want this to happen
But life makes it's way
My half died hands are weak
Yet, I can't let go of this feeling
Though, I could let go of this despair
And rest easy finally being able to breathe air
Again...
For days and nights in I sit in anguish
For the fear I should have
Is daunting me
I turn my face to my own tragedy
Cause it's so blinding
And I spilled my happiness
Away...
And tried to pick it up
The very nest day
But when I had the pieces in my hands
Slowly...
Every bit of my happiness faded away
