When we are on the brink of destruction,
why are we walking caution
When love slipped right out of our hands,
Why are we still blurring the lines of love and comfort
As we walked hand in hand towards the path of destruction;
In this cold war, we were never supposed to be the enemies;
I liked it better with your hand in mine, just like it was supposed to be,
when it was us against the world.
Eros took pity, the first time our hands got bloody,
Eros gave a second chance when you blamed the crime on me,
They say third time we are supposed to suceed,
we took the charm for granted, we drove love to the last limits,
Till toxicity began colouring our sky pitch black.
We were looking at us with rose colored glasses,
Brushing off the red flags.
I remember the three little words we said, on that cold day in january,
without fearing the unknown.
I loved you, when i said i am in love with you
I loved you, when i shouted i hate you's.
You said you love me,
But you never said you're in love with me.
You said I was meant for you,
I said, nothing lasts forever.
We fight to hold on to each other, our deepest scars as our weapons, breaking down to fill in the silence;
Holding hands on principle,
Should have known January love does not last long
When trust and faith are gone,
What are we holding on for?
