So I shut myself down again, and wipe away my surroundings.
While the pain in my heart
reminds me of time spent and forgotten.
Alone but capable to see through your shit, I will bloom into what's unexpected of me,
because your fucked up reality
has driven me to this insanity.
How do you like me now ?
That what I thought.
Disappear.
Melt into the cracks i created for you,
at least you can do is play the part, the one I wrote for you.
Now time is wasting,
and I have ruined many makeup days on your behalf.
Another day will end, at least there's tomorrow.