waiting for a dream to happen,
as I smile one feigned blithe,
I fall into hopelessness again.
Remember when we used to believe
in all our fairy tales and wishes?
Those memories are what I try to relive,
I'm trying to fan flames from the ashes.
And I end up scattering myself;
can I regain what I used to have?
I'm like one of those books in a shelf;
dusty, torn apart, unwanted, unloved.
Would you read me, dear?
I'll take you back to those sweetest moments,
tell you everything you want to hear,
and embrace you with warm excitements.
But the bliss of your ignorance is bitter
and I'm left lifeless when you pass by,
surely someday I'll recover..
so tonight I close my eyes.
I'll forget about you and how much I love you,
coz it's just not worth the pain anymore,
I doubt that you'll love me too..
but at least I know three years hurt less than four.
