there's this heavy thought
that doesn't want to leave
whatever I do, it just won't
making me want to grieve

tried to deceive myself
but no matter what I do
truth always reveals itself
giving me no clue on what to do

thought of changing routines
but I was already too comfortable
and I just can't change scenes
I don't want to make it dull

acceptance is the only thing
that needs to ring
at least for once
for you to call it a "romance"




(samber)