Thank you,
To us, to all...
To everything made us cry...

To him, to her...
To whoever it is, stinging our hearts—
Creating tortured stars.

Everyone steps ahead,
Us—
Left behind, love-shaped scars.

Can't help but wonder,
How cards handed fairly?
While you're wrapped in your lover's arms,
Detached, laughing towards cheerful days.
When my ink still slithers—
Over sticky tears, bleeding onto my paper.

Shriveled-up gum,
Stretched rubber,
Strains of love...

A plucked thread at one end,
I'm the only one weaving our way.
But it keeps knotting up.
Yet despite the torn apart bond,
I'll be the one dragging it out.

What was it?
Best friends,you were saying.
No one gets me like you were doing.
But after all,it gets to a point.
You're too much, I'm leaving.
So do tell the most fun you've had
Me in your arms like a deer you were hunting,
Playing me,it must have been entertaining.

Last time I had a dream, it was with you.
Last time I flew, it was with you.
And I know you felt that way too.

Called and said you don’t dream of joy no more,
Don’t know your nowadays, though.
If she gave you life and new hopes—
That’s the gunshot echoing, shattering me through.

The bitter dark, the vengeful lips,
Most of my fury comes from this—
Having to leave my last peaceful sleep.

But if it's really worth trying, then there,
Please, give me maybe some tips,
So my wicked thoughts and angry vows
Can finally let you be"