i can't deny that i am still miffed.
what's the point in being myself if i can't be true?
we, both you and i, can't do anything
if in this foreign land
it is only they whom i could lean on
and it is only he whom i could trust.
blame me not
for you are the very reason
i was the way i was.
you are the very reason
my balloon has flown away.
i am the way i am
because i chose to be.
you are my very reason no longer.
you are nothing.
somewhere,my balloon still is.
hopefully,'tis not yet popped.
'elst,death be upon you
heartless hooligan.
what's the point in being myself if i can't be true?
we, both you and i, can't do anything
if in this foreign land
it is only they whom i could lean on
and it is only he whom i could trust.
blame me not
for you are the very reason
i was the way i was.
you are the very reason
my balloon has flown away.
i am the way i am
because i chose to be.
you are my very reason no longer.
you are nothing.
somewhere,my balloon still is.
hopefully,'tis not yet popped.
'elst,death be upon you
heartless hooligan.
hugs&kisses,
Emptiness
