Once upon a broken heart,
There's a strong desire to run back to my past, but a stronger one to jump forward to my future.
It takes time to "live" in a small world of yours in which you do not know who to trust, and you simply can't rush.
It's so much more than a break-up or a longing.
How can it be explained when I barely understand the catastrophe itself?
Letting go? Sounds kinda right; however, there's a choice behind it all.
I chose to walk away even though there's nothing wrong.
They wonder why I could be so mean and ignore the innocence.
One word, circumstances.
I am taking my heart back simply because some things are not supposed to be.
Don't you cry,
Don't you shed anymore tear.
I've cried my eyes out because of the way you torture yourself.
I can't take it anymore, but still I have to face it.
Inconclusive as "the end" has not yet arrived.
Once upon a broken heart of mine, there's you.
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