you should have known
we would be on our own
so alone
scared of tomorrow
'cause everything feels so hollow
we count the shadows
so alone
through the night
and tears follow
every breath we take
dreaming a tale that we made
but now it's no-more
like the summer we met
it's a different story
we've lost ourselves
the season couldn't stay
and we let
ourselves drift away
and now we know
how low
one can go
before the sky has withered
and now we know
why we didn't show
even though
nothing else mattered
nothing but you
nothing but you
now we don't have a clue
of what to do
and all I ever wanted
was all of you
I hope it's not true
what they say about love
so alone
on our own
we burned our home
so there would be no walls
now we have the sky
soon the tears will dry
and we can have it all
everyone but you
everything but love







now that we have the world
tell me, why does it still hurts?

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I was a child.
I wasted three years on you.
I'm still not sure if I regret it.
Am I bad?
Am I sick?
Am I crazy?
Because I still want to feel your lips.
Just one last time.
I might not feel anything.
I wonder if you still remember how to ignite my fire.
Would my lips remember the warmth of your lips?
Would I still remember how our tongues sync?
Just one last time, to remember what it felt like.
To remember how I loved once.