what if i'm just one of the series of toys that you play with,
but you're my Andy?

how i wish my eyes were polaroids,
capturing your smile that seems impossible to not be noticed.

she's alone and sad and empty,
like all the black and white keys.

but all it takes, is someone who's willing
to play the melodies, and you'll see she's beautiful indeed

they say a word loses its meaning after kept being repeated a little too many times

then i wondered,
how many times do i have to keep repeating those words
that came out of your mouth, until it doesn't felt like it's stabbing me
every **** time the memories rang on the back of my head?

i keep wondering around
between the yes and the no, that you left me in

with all the what ifs or so,
torturing me, waiting here all alone in the cold wind

why does it have to hurt this much?
until my tears tasted so bitter on the tip of my tongue,
and my lungs seemed to suffocate,
running out of breath,
when you left.

i thought we were meant to be,
like the sky and the sea.

but the sky fell in love with the clouds, for its beauty.
not with the sea who's just a lone mess of blue,
like me.