The pain in loss,
The spark in love,
The truth in flaws,
The sense of now.

Oh, what is it to lose our love!?
Oh, what is it to yet love the lost!?

Spark in your eyes in patience,
Smile on your lips in tolerance,
Did it all fade?
Did it all die?

Oh, what is it to lose our love!?
Oh, what is it to yet love the lost!?

The daunting death
O' memories, so insane,
Who here fooled you into love?
Who here let you treasure pain?

Oh, what is it to lose our love!?
Oh, what is it to yet love the lost!?
Luck or stars?!
Pain or penance!?

For, forever is a split moment to ponder!

That's the treachery of life.
It keeps your heart broken yet the soul so sacred.
It teaches those lessons so beautiful yet brutally.
It shows the world scary yet pours strength unto us.
It gives the might to destroy ourselves only to rise and rebuild.
For, there lies the beauty in such treachery.

You are the still waters, a safe harbour.
You have mighty storms inside you, screaming for a let out.
You save all of it from explosion for that ship sailing in your waters.
Alas!
Little did the Captain know the deep depths of your heart.

The gitters that run through the spine as I see you now,
The flashbacks that hit like thunderstorms,
The memories of those silly norms,
Today gives me Chills.
The flower is dead,
Though everything left unsaid.

Today gives me Chills,
When I see me as a stranger who walks past you.
Today gives me Chills,
When I realise that those promises were mere words stringed.
Today gives me Chills to having experiencing the end.

Lost are those dreams as I lose you today.
Lost is that part of me forever.
The loss gives me Chills.
The flower is dead once for all.
That gives me Chills.