it will end soon, nothing good ever thrives
i wait for the hunger but it never arrives

i take comfort in the ending, for it's bittersweet
endings are the only objects to be considered concrete

i am never to be cured when pride claims his mind,
he holds the only antidote, he'll forever be blind

maybe thats preferred, for he doesnt own bandages
nor does he want to open his eyes to see all the damages

but maybe he'll change, the future isn't set
the question then would regard the size of my debt

together could we grow and get past all the changes?
would he have enough adjustment time, it always ranges...

the vase can only be dropped so many times before it's broken
but maybe this time we'll see the old feelings were awoken