To the evening i wanted to remember, remember for something good. Oh i wish i could.
Laughs, fun and enthusiasm was drowning everyone in the evening, and we were bout to play like juvenile; a name, place, or thing.
Date/Dump/marry was the name of the game.
Who could've thought it'd end up on sorrows and vein.
Though I resisted, but still got caught up.
If i had seen the future i would've gave it all up.
Dare to pick myself three young to date,
To walk by the boulevard with and pick them by fate.
They had some rules ; a girl and a boy,
For me they broke it,
for me to find the joy.
At the last the three slips of names i picked,
With discomfort of my soul rose as the time it ticked.
As the name i called, but I really didn't want to,
the terror in your eye said I'm the monster who chose you.
I waited on the foyer for you to show up,
As the sand started falling and the dust start to grow up.
You didn't even ask, you didn't try to move,
You though i was the monster, who lives under the moon.
"It's okay" i said, to the girl in the cobblestone,
She told me "it's sometimes okay to be alone."
How poor i was to think it'll change,
But time will do but we stay the same.
Some day i think I'd laugh about it,
But at-least for now I'm hurt, i shout it.
I wasn't the monster you thought me to be,
You would've seen me for me, if you at least tried to See.
