We're so engulfed with our own sorrows that we forget each other's kisses.
You're too happy to hear my sadness, I'm too dense to hear your worries. We're both toxic for each other's body.
Both of us are surrounded by hollows, both of us are dense to feel each other's truths. We believe in each other that a simple "I'm fine" will be enough for us to live in peace forever.
I'm too dependent on your lies, you're too busy with being high. It's been a few months yet I never really said good bye, you just assumed my silence were farewells. But, all it really was is pleading.
I plead for your comfort, I seek for your genuine words. I don't mean good bye, I never liked good bye.
