PASSERBY
Again, I'm standing here,
waiting for you to come along
as I look at the passerbys
while listening to our favourite song.
It's a peaceful day in August,
yet somehow something feels
just wrong.— % &Seeing my shadow disappear, I look at the sky.
The dark clouds makes the queasy feeling in my stomach grows strong.
Wild wind blows towards me, making me turn my head around,
as if trying to save me from the fate
that was already prolonged. — % &Coz as soon as I looked back, I saw you.... With her.
And as the rain starts pouring down,
I wish that when there was still a chance, I too should have gone.
You are laughing, not bothered by the rain
chasing and kissing her, holding her close,
like a picture of happiness drawn.— % &The raindrops fall from my cheek, mixing with my tears as I stand there
suddenly feeling withdrawn.
The flower vase fall from my hand.
With the glass, in a million pieces, shattered my heart, what for me,
with you the whole time, did belong.— % &A passerby running away from the rain steps on the flowers, leaving them crumbled and stomped.
Just like my broken heart felt as you cross the road and come towards me. Seeing me all drenched and trembling, your eyes go wide. Dumbfounded, you babble as you try and fawn.— % &Your girl frowns looking at us as I pull myself away from your desperate cries
and with the wind,
like a passerby, I move along.— % &And as I move on, all the endless waiting, the forgetfulness, the carelessness, the rudeness, it all made sense now.
In your busy life, this is what I was, what I'll ever be... A passerby hoping to find a place to belong. — % &
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