I chase, down the memory lane,
I chase, as a runaway, it get insane.
I have a trauma, the pain.
Silently I swallow the emptiness,
As the two wolves fight inside of me.
I make a picture that's flawed.
A forgotten past, I adore.
I relive imagination that my younger self made.
Begging at the reflection of yesterday, wish I was wise enough.
Oh I painted those dreams.
A lover, whom I adore as I grew.
I wish I could have been the one.
Who did wake in her arm.
A lover to ask my day, to kiss goodnight,
But truth is hard, I tomorrow less bright.
I induce false hope,
A bitter today can have a brighter tomorrow.
I trace my growing responsibility and career as I pat my back.
Dude, You have grown up so fast.
As I cover my loss with self satisfaction.
I crossed out the failure in a obscure imagination.
Maybe it was this love meant to have this destination.
Maybe it's not Love that I am suppose to have.
Maybe it's not Dreams dreamt together.
Maybe I will be only left as a Men of My own.
Stripped away of a lover.
Only left to be forgotten!
So I break my habits tonight.
As I cut through my skin this night.
Reminding that deprived of a warmth of a lover.
Is the final destination to remember.
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