❝So hold on to your glasses, we might fall
again in the process of forgetting all,
'cause writing down the tears and submitting our fears-
drowning in your own gin and juice isn't very bright,
I just hope darling, you won't get a winefright.❞
FIRST...
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Boring into the white ceilings, Sometimes I sing to myself; how ethereal it would be to feel the warmth in your arms. how surreal it would be, to feel your perfect lips Mould into mine.
But here I am, Withering in the Cold December, shivering in the sweater, seeing your name in piles of letter.
Sometimes I sing to myself, How can you be a human? For how could these angelic carvings on your body, Contain so much malice.
And how can I blame a piece of idol like you. Maybe it was just the time That never let us together, Just like the sun and moon.
You were the sun, shining in all your glory and pride, radiating light and hope.
And I was the moon, For how I hide such beautiful flaws, Glistening by your given hope.
Sometimes I sing to myself, that I accepted the fate. Or tried to. But how can I be okay after Seeing you, See Her With so much passion, That never shone in those orbs, while I drank your sunshine in.
Why do you gawk at Her like that? It brings me bitterness, As I reminisce the moments when I was falling into the sweetness of your apothic abyss,
Of Betrayal.
Sometimes I sing to myself, Maybe she's the one that can make you happy. A Sun and a clear blue sky are made for each other. She can give you the stage, The fortunate strokes of serendipity,
That my chaos can never dream of.
Sometimes I sing to myself, Isn't it beautiful? Holding onto the broken pieces of my heart, seeing how the red wine colour the edges of the broken fragile glass, flowing further to my fingertips.
Sometimes I sing to myself, that it hurts to hold on, but I couldn't bring myself to it, and how a weak soul can... after hearing you perform, the love in your smile- that sparkled the content in those ocean eyes, which crushed me back to reality that this beauty is not mine, but is owned by Her.
Sometimes I sing to myself, What did I miss upon, giving you? I gave you my everything; the bliss that elicited the clouds of melody from the bottom of your throat.
I opened my gates of heaven which was never visited before, For you. I burned the river of pleasure, to graze the ashes, For you.
I feel bile rising up to my throat, It is just too bitter to reminisce the sweetness of the memories.
Sometimes I sing to myself, that I can't afford to let you go. because I'm not a good singer;
