how dare you
have the audacity to face me
with a thousand excuses
and that wide, careless smile
as if nothing ever happened
as if no one ever knew
*******.

What's the point of igniting a match when there's nothing to burn
Just a waste of resources
And what's the point of lighting a flame when you're not ready to get burnt
You're just going to blame the flame?
The heat? That you yourself started?

What's the point of knowing that flame needs fuel if you fear the light is going to be out
If you fear that it will be extinguished, prepare for the darkness and or the fuel

And if you fear the burn, prepare to smother it
Smother it like you smother your love not out of commitments
Don't take risk if the substance's flamable, just get out from the beginning
Or just don't blame all the small sparks when your match is out because you play with them to begin with
Means you don't match

What's the point of friction when there's no tension? This ain't physics where some variables can be ignored
You're scorched, not scoring
It's feelings. Inelastic traction can snap and transfer heat. And you can't snap back on your own causes.

Read this!

Accept it
'Cause i've tasted it
Or can't get my hands on it

Let go of it
'Cause i've tasted it
Or can't get my hands on it

It's either i get tired of feeling it
Or i'm just tired of chasing it

I no longer think
Those beautiful words
Were written for me
I've been replaced
And that's alright.
As it should be.

Everyone who comes
Will eventually go
Replaced by better ones
As they should be.

But memories stay memories
Unchanged by time
Who knows what tomorrow holds?
Maybe they’ll play again
Or fade away.
As they should be.

The day has come
A reward to be alive another day
Yet time keeps shrinking.

Cake and candles no longer excite
Warmth, peace, and love
What matters most
They're all I truly seek.

In this moment
Let’s celebrate
For we never know
Maybe tomorrow will be taken away.
Happy birthday.

Be ready to say "goodbye"
When you have the guts to say "hello"