Knowing it since the start, it's something never wanted.
Remembering the old days,
Finally having the guts to talk to you.
It's like a fantasy, an enjoyable one at least.
Tried the best to be the first 'Hi' and the last 'Bye'
Though it's never meant to be,
Things will never be the same anymore.
No one's fault, it's life.
Studies, it's a freaking pain to concentrate on a paper.
Deep in the soul, it's crying of pain, but it will never be shown.
As pain as a bullet penetration,
Yes, still laughing and cracking jokes, but it's never meant to be laughed at.
The truth hurts. Alot.