The echoes of your voice calling out to me
Saying "hey, it's okay, you're safe here"
and all the words to shine a light
when I'm in the dark

You said that you're here
...and that I'll be fine
But you're not here
...and I'm in the dark
It's dark...and tough

All these weighs in my heart
get heavier at once
Oh, the irony...
To hear comfort
from someone I hurt

The gift of my erasure
got treated as a punishment
Nobody bat an eye
whenever I walk out the door...
But you did.
With those tears,
only you did.  

With conviction
that even if I'm deprived of love
I tell myself it's fine
...but I'm not fine.
Still, acceptance banging on the wall
A loud roar I have to submit to...
Because I made the call
and end it all

Everything crash down,
ball out of the court
You were gone ...long gone
I shot you down, and the gun remains

No sign of pulse
in your vein
No more love
remain for me

So what pulls the trigger in...?
What caused the bullet of memory
to pierce right through?

It's June, twenty two ,
back then,
you used to be you...

you will come back
in every five seconds
in every five minutes
in every five round clock
in every five changing snowdrops
on the pavement
eon of epoch, your tardy shortcomings and
my in-sync horology

still i wait for you,
and sundial
of your promise

you will come back
in every winter
in every summer
in every spring
in every fall
weathervane foreverly prevail

still i wait for you,
with glimmering eyes
and avalanching hopes

you will come back
in every monday
in every wednesday
in every friday
in every sight of sadderdaze
a repertoire of mystical moments
per diem of price

still i will wait for you,
in every sunrise,
in every twilight

It's like a halo burned in an open field,
asking where's the revelation
when it lies on your desk

It's kind of yellow contradiction thing,
saying "I'm trying"
but you're not quite there yet

And it's "I don't know" purged off of your lips,
thinking maybe one day
it'll all get better instead.