I killed what was left of the good in me
and I'm so tired as ****.

In the midst of hot last summer
You were in my arms and
now I only remember the time when you were mine.
On the last mid-autumn
You told me you were minted with joyful nightmares
and I was far away and didn't say anything.

The odds of having heart palpitations countless times,
the thought of it affected me,
now I can only recall the bad times
and a glimpse of your silhouette.
While thin grey clouds are holding their heads up high
and music is blasting out the window
I'm on my way to you
- a journey to the centre of your voice
before the sun comes alive

I’ll be a dedicate wildflower
with a beating heart once again,
and I don’t know why I remember but I was your crimson terror
that are holding you against your will.
I promised you that I’ll be on the brink of letting you go but I lied.