I reminiscence our starting out, like blossomed flowers on a spring morning,
We were young and youthful then; everything about us was exciting,
Loud and cheerful, bright and colourful, we were always smiling,
Confined and restricted, and soon we were not breathing;
The fire of love had quenched, the desire and lust was lost, and we both started dying;
It is like we are falling off a cliff, but steadily we are floating,
Defying the inevitable end each day, we keep on surviving,
The sadness slowly grows to hate, the seed we have been sowing.

We can feel it changing,
Instead, we remain resolute and say nothing;
Feelings of love and hate, we keep covering;
Distances form from the pains that we harbour, it will not be long before we start drifting,
Further apart with every unspoken word, as these unexpressed emotions keep on piling,
Deep down inside, we both are hurting,
Hearts torn into, and the sores do not stop bleeding,
All from the lies we tell each other, to keep our dream living.

Bound together in chains of our own past, we kept on moving,
Slaves to our desires, wanting to take and not bothered with giving,
Lustful in our ways, we keep on craving,
Selfish in our own light, we keep receiving and never saving;
We always want more, until the source starts dying,
Then we move on, not even a glance behind we spare, or a brief moment for grieving,
It is the vicious cycle of life, and we keep on killing;
Cold hearted, warm-blooded, the combination is chilling.