Turning my head around, I look and see my younger self.
Smiling, happy, and optimistic.
I'm the same now, however I have a deep secret.
I hold it within my ache-stricken heart.
In these experiences, when your life is torn apart, and what once was a dream is now a broken heart.
Now i'm optimistic, and I smile for my friends.
When I'm with you, everything seems to just fade away, I don't look back, I look forward.
Holding your hand, i'll run forward, but I see myself in the ones around me.
New and old, they surround me, swirling around this destiny I'm apparently cursed and blessed to.
May this fate I can grasp with only my hands be accepted by my soul, leaking with drops of love, every drop stinging my chest.
Turning my head forward, I look and see my older self.
Depressed, sad, nostalgic.
I cannot look back, or I'll become this shrouded, regretful maiden.
I cannot let the world around me become once again faded.
Everyday, I'll face it with a big smile.
Internally, I grasp my heart, hoping it'll make your day worth while.
I'm different now, and my secret will never be out.
For, I'll hide my sadness for you, for them.
My regrets, my sins, my reluctant eyes.
I hope they cast upon your own, and inspire you to make choices that you firmly agree in.
Don't fall into my black and red, endless splatter, that's under my mask when all the pastels are shattered.
Look, look at my smile.
It's okay, you'll be safe, just rely on me, give me your sins, your pain, give me your undying relentless, soul that is insane.
Cradle it in my arms, let it melt into my skin.
Let the revolution begin, and so, will the new born sin.
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