And then those words came out of my mouth,
While my heart's been in an endless drought.
"I won't love again, it's too throbbing for me,
Is the world actually the way that I see?
Maybe it isn't all infatuation filled like I think,
Maybe it will vanish as soon as I blink,
Maybe I am not meant for it",
So why does my heart feel like it will split?
I have desired and longed for it till i finally lost,
My whole life I have suffered from the frost.
"It's okay" I repeat it again and again till I finally accept,
Maybe that's how my story is supposed to be kept.

that question lingers again,
when im trying to attain,
the memories of the past,
but the years were too vast,
to even remember that inquest,
but i have a society to rest.
it will always remain the same,
me burning in the flame,
it bruising me blue,
of thinking is it even true?
I'll blame myself again, or
depreciate my fate,
but it was only me as a bait.
as i try to finally recall,
i remember it all.
"the question was why not me?"
"why don't i get to be glee?"
but the answer will remain the same,
"you don't have a name,
how can an obscure get a happy ending?
no ones there to be defending,
you should already admit defeat"
but how do i tell them i don't like to be incomplete.