how many regrets do we have now? go to the top of the list and start the count down. i can see your innocent smile turning into a scowl. one by one we add the nights turning into an owl.
there’s not a single day that goes by where i don’t miss you. there’s not a single song which doesn’t remind me of you. there’s not a single thing in my bag that you haven’t touched. and for the autograph you gave on my textbook, i thank you very much.
clueless to how its going to be in the forthcoming year. even though we’re seperated i want us to be near. there’s a belief in my heart that my mind would not accept. its a myth I’m counting on that somewhere you regret.
if these knives could hurt more i would willingly open my skin. but there’s no space left on my body, only a void deep within. someone needs to teach me how do i come back to life. then the truth comes before me and i tell myself “its okay to walk lonely midnights.”