Out of Reach

Simula

Stay.

I couldn't bring myself to say that word.

I was tired of letting someone come into my life, steal a part of me, then leave as if they haven't had such impact to the person who was left behind.

I felt like an abandoned house.

I never felt like home.

Sorrowful.

Empty.

I had to forgive a person who wasn't even sorry.

I had to forgive myself, for my own peace.

The thing is, even if I could go back, I wouldn't belong there anymore. Even if I try to put back the broken pieces, the little pieces won't allow me to be whole again.

I tried to chase your heart,

I found my way to your soul.

I gave you love, but you only left me hanging.

You were here when I was not.

Now I am here, but you no longer was.

Somos las victimas,

y la criminal era tiempo..

Cause we are the victims,

and the criminal was time..