I miss being a kid.

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I'm still here.

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I built high walls around me when
life felt scary and unfamiliar.
So, why do I still feel unsafe?
Why does my heart desperately search for
the feelings I've never known?

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She's always seen smiling as she walks with a gang of friends, convincing everyone she's loved and wanted. You'll never find her alone. But she locks herself in empty rooms and wipes her tears when nobody's watching. She's never alone but she's always been lonely.

It's not what you see.
It's what you don't.

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She plugs in her earphones and walks alone,
convincing everyone she's a loner. But she
smiles when the breeze hits her face as she
leaves her hair undone. She stands alone but
she isn't lonely.

It's not what you see.
It's what you don't.

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All the time in the world but none for me anymore.
Takes me back to when we promised each
other we'd always stick together through our
sunny days and our melancholic nights.
Guess who kept her promise?
Guess who forgot to keep his?

"No hard feelings, right?"
"Yeah, no hard feelings..."

Wonder if you ever think about
the way you break me
every time you show me
how easily replaceable I am.

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The world will see when I leave,
the way life lost its appeal.

The world will see when I leave,
the way I screamed for help.

The world will see when I leave,
the way I withdrew from life.

The world will see when I leave,
the hopeless goodbyes I'd practised.

The world will see when I leave,
how much I wanted to stay.

The world will see when I leave,
just why I really couldn't...

The world will see, and I will leave,
a void that will not matter,
the same way I never did.

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My eyes search for you in a crowded room,
knowing very well I should probably look away.
You were just another new face; I don't really know you,
Why do I feel so strangely drawn towards you?
You're restricted territory and I'm tempted to step in.
But I know I'll regret it, so I just linger there;
looking for solace in your presence, somewhere in the room.

Eve won't bite into the forbidden fruit again.
But she wants to. She really does.

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...yes, I remember and I hate that I do.


(Read the caption)

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Nothing compares to the feeling
of slowly being forgotten,
as the loneliness sets in
and colonizes all of me...— % &I realise, the excitement I feel
when they come to me is futile
because I've been reduced down to a 'need'
all while I've been aching to be a 'want'. — % &Stuck between expectations of 'forever'
and the sad realization of expiration dates,
I choose to hang on.— % &And when I've exhausted myself enough,
waiting for you,
I'll finally come close the door...
— % &

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