Everything is changing
and I can't make you see...
You stabbed me in the back
Pushing the knife deeper...
If I could erase my memory, believe me id do it...
If I could give myself a concussion, id be running...
Time has chased the brightness
of partially lit avenues...
While we rest in peace
after spending myself I had earned this trip...
There could have been
fireworks beside those...
In February,
there is tenderness in the air...
Out of so many girls, I never find someone so...
I've always said this to you, you never believed...
You said that when my
pen breaks, and I am left with...
Somewhere between scrambled eggs
and silent conversation...
It is fear,
fear of not being able to look at you...
The only company that
has knocked on my door...