I said I’d be okay when you leave.
I would’ve prepared myself before then.
What started in an instant
can be cut off just as fast.
Yeah, I’ve heard of that a lot…
… from myself even.
So why now does it still hurt?
I said this would’ve brought about
a good poetry or prose
but the words just don’t fit.
Or was it my heart that slipped?
Screw my heart. Bash my head.
In the end, this will still be the end.
Yeah, I lost it. I lost you. I lost me.
What I have left are what-ifs
Crap. I’m the one to lose again
and I’m the one I should blame.
In my ears, Evanescence is playing.
Inside, all of me is breaking.
My head is clouded, my eyes teary.
The words just fall away from me.
I said I’d be ready when you leave.
So why the hell do I still grieve?
I lost grip. It came to me
that before it started, I lost already.
I close my eyelids ’cause they got heavy
and I wait for my tears to fall freely.