The small thing that fit into the palm of your hand
The small thing that you found beautiful in your eyes
It's hard to understand that it is still the same thing, right?
Underneath the piling boxes at the corner of your room
The kind voice that you turned to anytime you could
The gentle voice that soothed you whenever you were glum
It's hard to believe that it is still the same voice, right?
On the other side of your phone, breaking down
Maybe you are right, we were just wasting time
Holding each other close, waiting for a miracle
Watching as the world unfolded around us, thinking that it wouldn't affect us
Perhaps we should have let that chance pass
So that neither of us bear the same scar across the hearts
of these two souls we wished to tie together until the end
The reality that we wanted to make true
The reality that we escaped into during the hard times
It's too painful to recall, right?
On the other side of the memories we made together
Maybe you are right, we were just wasting our time
Looking past the goodness of other people, waiting for them to turn against us
It is tiring to be on our guard all the time
But we thought it would be good for us to ignore others who wanted to get into
this world we laid barren after that fateful night
Thought I knew it
Thought I was good
Who knows I was fooling only myself
Thought you would be it
Thought you would be good
Who knows the old wound still bleeds
In the end, we were nothing but the past
Another page in a book that is worn out by time
Maybe you are right, we were just wasting our time
Holding each other close, strongly to the point of breaking
Grabbing onto something too tightly and ending up breaking it into pieces
Maybe you are wrong, we were not together without a reason
The warmth of your body temperature during the rain
We were just joining in a game that we thought we ought to play
In the end, we were all alone in this world
No matter how hard we tried to keep each other close
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