so i shut my self down again, and wipe away my surroundings
while the pain in my heart reminds me of time spent and forgotten
alone but capable to see through your shit, i will bloom into what's unexpected of me, because your fucked up reality has driven me to this insanity
how do you like me now ?
that what i thought
disappear
melt into the cracks i created for you, at least you can do is play the part, the one i wrote for you
now time is wasting, and i have ruined many makeup days on your behalf
another day will end, at least there's tomorrow