On a Valentine's day, I would leave out all the rest and runaway with you. But what you did is pushing me away and all I got is the pain crawling in my skin.
Living by myself is hard as hell. The faint of heart prevents me from breaking the habit and I've given up in between. I've become so numb. I look up and see the iridescent images of us burning in the skies till everything turns into empty spaces. I’m lying there in pieces of forgotten memories and I can hear someone singing the requiem for my soul.
Fuck it. Please wake me up!
I'm dying to find somewhere I belong. In the end, the shadow of the day will wipe out what I've done.
I'm not waiting for the end because this is not the end. This is new divide where I find no more sorrow.
On another Valentine's day, I would sing the requiem for your soul. And thank you for teaching me about wisdom, justice and love.