I look out through the window as the city light dim,
Where everyone is sleeping,
And it’s only me who stays awake in the witching hour.
Do you ever understand why I had to leave you?
Or are you stuck in a loop,
Wondering if you said something right or wrong?
You probably hate me to the bone right now
Cursing me, blaming me for not staying your side.
Our dreams together were destroyed .
You go through your phone and delete every single photo we had together.
Our souvenirs from recent trips are burned to the ground.
No more tears are left to fall from your eyes.
Now you’ve started looking for a rebound,
Searching for some poor girl unlucky enough to fall into your lap.
Oh you poor Gemini soul.
Thinking another girl can replace me so easily.
But you don’t have the courage to look her in the eyes,
Because you fear seeing me right there, staring back at you.
You pull her close,
Trying to feel the warmth from her petite body,
But all you feel is cold,
barely alive and soulless.
Feel the pain, darling
Run away like you always do.
Feel the pain, pretty boy
Because I know this is the most expensive lesson
I could ever teach you before we fully part ways,
You poor soul.
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 2:50 PM UTC
I look out through the window as the city light dim,
Where everyone is sleeping,
And it’s only me who stays awake in the witching hour.
Do you ever understand why I had to leave you?
Or are you stuck in a loop,
Wondering if you said something right or wrong?
You probably hate me to the bone right now
Cursing me, blaming me for not staying your side.
Our dreams together were destroyed .
You go through your phone and delete every single photo we had together.
Our souvenirs from recent trips are burned to the ground.
No more tears are left to fall from your eyes.
Now you’ve started looking for a rebound,
Searching for some poor girl unlucky enough to fall into your lap.
Oh you poor Gemini soul.
Thinking another girl can replace me so easily.
But you don’t have the courage to look her in the eyes,
Because you fear seeing me right there, staring back at you.
You pull her close,
Trying to feel the warmth from her petite body,
But all you feel is cold,
barely alive and soulless.
Feel the pain, darling
Run away like you always do.
Feel the pain, pretty boy
Because I know this is the most expensive lesson
I could ever teach you before we fully part ways,
You poor soul.