My mind's drifting further back to the memories we had when I was yours and you are mine the time we said " I love you" under the midnight sky the time we were under those shady tree and secretly kissed Our story it was like the stories told by those television romance we watched before it was so magical it made me blind blinded by our blossoming love Back then I was a blind maiden smoothened with your touch is all it takes for me to melt in your arms yet, I was a fool to believe that forever was for us Our story it was a foul play of fate we were not destined together and it broke our hearts to pieces.
To each his own life To each his own fate Collisions of islands We meet and greet The world shakes We are apart again To the horizon, I go My eventual destruction But I lived my own life I controlled my own fate I stand bereft of nothing I judge no one else For your path Is as valid and the same as my own.
Her tongue was silent, and her lips were still; She lay on a flowery bed, pale and chill. Her eyes were closed, by her was a rose; A girl of whom I could no more boast. The snow was pelting, in the still of night; The wind was roaring, whilst her soul took flight. The thunder rumbling, the lightning sparkling – Revealing her face placid, unwailing. I could not leave her, and the night dragged on; I heard my soul sighing – my love was gone.
"i feel helpless" i know that feeling all to well "i can't relive you from your torment" baby it must be a dry spell "i already lost you once" it was gonna happen once again and you could tell "if i lost you i'd just float away" this is just how fate fell "i couldn't live without you" you know that's a hard sell "not again" i can't help it baby i'm not your citadel "i guess this is gonna be the end of it" you and me together we'd be raising **** "it's my fukt" i can read through your misspell "i got too attached" guess it's time i say farewell "i need some time to think" i'll love you forevermore but i could never tell
Numb and chilled on ice I splice my own legacy for identification... My mannerisms mated early and crafted a cataclysmic contradiction Impatient to erupt Archaic down to the marrow I whither in Seattle’s freeze of Grey detachment