I wish we could open our eyes to see in all directions at the same time and it is true what you said, I live like a hermit in my own head. Sorrows drips into my heart through a pinhole.
I want to live where the soul meets body. In my head,there's a train station where I send my thoughts to far off destinations.
And I knew your heart I couldn't win. I knew no words to share with anyone. The boundaries of language I quietly cursed.
Someday you will die,but I'll be close behind. If there's no one beside you, I'll follow you into the dark.
Fear is the heart of Love.
I cannot pretend that I felt any regret cause each broken heart will eventually mend. The memories of you will seem more like bad dreams, just a series of blurs. I feel alone when I fall asleep and everytime tears roll down my cheeks, I know your heart belongs to someone you've yet to meet.
I built you a home in my heart with rotten wood, it decayed from the start. You can't find nothing at all if there was nothing there all along.
I'm a war of head versus heart. It's always this way. My head is weak. My heart always speak, before I know what it will say.
You were tire of me cause i'm not who I used to be, cause now we say out goodnights from our separate sides.
In a place where we only say goodbye, our memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds. Love is watching someone die.
Time for the final bow.
I've suffered a swift defeat.
I'll endured countless repeats.
The gift of memory is an aweful curse, but with age it just gets much worse, but I won't mind.