Leave it be sugar.
Sweet and salt and honey.
Bittertaste on the mouth was all that you've left me...
Still, you won't hear a word from me.

Truthful has I been to you.
Up to this time I have remained true.
Though there are things unspoken I wish I could tell you...
Which deems what you know unreal, for you.

There is but one hole and that's where you've built your podium.
Claiming it is yours, that's where you've built your rules.
How sorry, apologetic I was, for what had happened...
Still I can't take back what I have said.

This bulge that I try so hard to cover. Maybe I was really meant to recover.
All this sweetness left of me, just a part of this pretentious love story.
Creating with you bittersweet memories...
Stupidity and hate for myself is what I feel. Hate for you and me.

Loathing is what I am now.
Harboring this creeptic truth and burrying it deep down.
Factor for not letting you come close any further...
Making sure I am not preoccupied by you any longer.

Future. Tomorrow. Will there be in stored for us?
Faith. Trust. Fate. Are we enough?
Patience for what we might have been or what we will become...
Guessing if we'll end up together or we we'll fall apart,

*Who am I to blame anyone?