It almost happened.
I was almost good enough for him.
He almost took responsibility, our magnet pieces of love almost gathered,
Before the scene got all dim.

I never knew this would be my lesson,
In a closed book, an endless waiting session...
Now, the page turns on me and you,
The story is about to end, not with a goodbye, with the almost, in a blurry view...

One cannot unlove someone they once loved
It's not possible to take their love back to themselves
They cannot pour that leftover love to someone else
Neither to themselves
The burden of carrying your love like you're carrying a heavy dead body all around...

A bad suprise no one wants to face
Is that loss and grief and their way of being cumulative, flooding in from the space
The weight of pain is not just for that one knee hurting race
Mourning is for all the potential love you have ever lost without a trace
It stings so hard that it's beyond our comprehension, out of pace
The only thing mind can do is to replay the past, to chase
Trying to see the grace in the moldy disgrace
The bittersweet effort of settling the case
Though we are aware we are not who we used to be, as clear as ace
Even if we stand in the same old place

You're on your own again,
Take a walk on that endless green glen.

It snows heavy over our missing puzzle pool.
I need some fresh air for my burning young heart, for it to cool.

That blindfolded searching, turns into a flu
What would it take to hop on that time machine, making it all undo,
To feel the stillness when the erasure happens to that stuck tattoo?

It hurts my chest when i realize one more lie, the more i find
Cannot even drink five bottles of Baileys to drink you out my mind
The last lesson branch i must hold on tightly is our bond and that it was glorified...