Why does a situation so great
Becomes the stain that cannot be washed.
A basic emotion so took granted that
Even the best effort is wasted by a cold heart made from sh*t.
Yeah. Maybe I need to be hurt.
For all sufferings beared and told
A silent whisper of end becomes the last.
Reasoning and logic are paper
Burned and thrown in this pace
That it doesn't matter becomes
The heart and mind is emptied
By the sudden truth.
The truth that its hand waved.
Now every food becomes tastless.
Every liquour becomes water.
Every piece of this sanity that I
Had been holding on is gone!!
Marked by gluttony of the love
I was blind to see a sadness
Overflowing from the eyes
Sinned from patience and hiding.
How can someone forgive
A demon laughing at sadness?
How can they hold a hand
Full of stupidity?
Blindness covers with pride
And settlement that took its covers
From the girl's grief, sadness...
It's over.
Maybe it is.
In one point in this decaying mind
I know that everything dissapeared.
But.
Even this large hole in my mind that
was created from that thought that
everything is over,
A small, fragile barrier of hope
From the crying heart is
Pleaing for another chance.
It is a fact that it cannot be
turned to normal but a part of
Me sees the future with
The girl that I love so much
That the future says her name.
'Ara' means the present to me.
'Ara' means the future to me.
Love and happiness, only the name
'Ara' has meaning.
