The sense of fading always makes me sad but proud of myself.
It shows that it could actually happen.
It makes me know that you're nothing to me.
But deep down hating of admitting the truth about how I feel.
Still longing and wanting every part of the past I had.
Everything that I had.

Waking up in the morning ready to face the day,
Perspective of life never seem so purposeful.
It's like there's a reason to go on and love life and myself.

That joy and smile that would be there without you knowing when you're in deep thought of that special someone.
Then feeling all silly about your behavior but it's just something you can't stop yourself from doing.

When,
His smile reflects yours.
His breathing began matching yours.
He becomes a magnet that you couldn't help to draw near too.
He makes you feel like a kid again.
His scent becomes your own personal fragrant of life.
His weak point becomes something you could laugh at when you're down.

Thinking about the things he did.

You know you fell deep,
and you don't seem to care because this is everything that makes you feel complete.

He was in another world dreaming.
Holding a box in his hands,
with a ribbon on top.
A present for that person that means something to him.
To anyone it's no big deal.
Yeah, it sure isnt,
it doesn't mean a big deal to her too.
That's just what she thinks on the outside.

She had no idea this day would come.
She didn't expect any of this.
All she thought was that it could be her or no one.
She miss how it felt.
But it's not there anymore.

She decided to leave.
He was a stranger to her,
she doesn't even cares if he's there or not.
But it was just all a act.
In the end, she lost.
She lost.

She thought that maybe she isnt serious about everything,
but when she felt that pain in her heart,
as tears roll down her cheek,
she knew she really cares,
what she did not know was that it would hurt that badly.

Now she's just used to everything.
Everything that happened.
But now she knows she's nothing to him.
Absolutely nothing.

But.























this is not end of life for her.

We cant get our mind to rest.
All you do is think and think and drive yourself crazy.
Then you think that everything was just a waste of time.
You left the room before you close the door you saw the last of it, what remain.
Everything starts flowing through your mind and heart,
all the past played like a movie.
And you got back in.
When will I leave that farking room?
Waiting for answers so many questions left unanswered,
Finally,
the day has come when everything was answered, placed right in front of you.
Now you're a joke.
Everything was a joke.

Good bye.