How to see things when i can't even feel it
How do you feel when you're surrounded by the blood
How does that make you realise on things? How to even open your own eyes?
When the first thing every morning, you see them taking and stealing your rights
               your rights to live
                                    to breath
                                    to exist.

It's scary, it's deafening
Cause no matter how much tears and blood we're losing
They just... don't really care
They just... think it's another war
Another one that happened everywhere
                                                    anywhere in the world

It is sad. didn't say it's not
So what do we do now?
     how is it even possible?
     when things never changed
     where things were always stirred up
     maybe that's why we should never closed our eyes

isn't it strange
how people have changed
but i don't know you to well
so i try not to swell
even when it's not well

The last women standing
The last one who stays
The one who doubted everyone
Who was right
Right where they left her
They left her alone
Alone in her sadness
Her sadness that is killing her
And maybe they’re right
They should leave her
So that there’ll be no burden
No regret
No grief
Cause once they know her bed was full of blood
They knew she’ll leave anyway

He’s seen them
Once
Twice
Or maybe more

He saw how it requires one to love each the two of them
He saw how it breaks him when he saw them get together
He saw himself in the mirror
And how he wishes that they could love him too

Then comes one day
A drench summer afternoon
Under the seeping umbrella
They finally saw him

They finally talked
Not what he hoped they talked about
But they talked about the possibilities
They talked about the needs
They talked about how convenient it’d be
for them

And yes
Obviously
It’s true
He accepts them
They accept him
Right, that easily

But at what cost?

That’s right
At the cost of his feelings

And how the warmth of their body clings to him each night
How the coldness hits the side of the bed once they leave
How the happiness comes every time they go on dates
How the loneliness never leaves even when they’re next to each other
How is it possible, though?

That’s probably the question he asks everyday
How could they do this to him?
Is he not enough?
Is he that replaceable?
…
Then comes one night
They sat under the moonlight
And this time,
He finally says the truth

The truth that he’s hurting
The truth that he’s burning
The truth that he’s suffering
The truth that he never wants to be just a spare
The truth that he wants them
He wants them to be his
He wants himself to be theirs
And as complicated as it’d be
They can’t.
They simply can’t