You're waiting for me to end it, thinking I'll fade away like a worn-out trend. But I'm not going down without a fight, without making you face the mess you've bent. You've taken, taken, taken all this while, leaving me a shadow of the love we once did learn. You think I'll settle for scraps, for leftovers of your love? No, not this time, I'm worth more, I'm worth the whole damn thing. I'm counting the seconds, waiting for the day, you'll realize what you've wasted, what you've thrown away. You'll see my worth, but it'll be too late, gone astray, I'll be long gone, Moving on. This isn't love, but a mere joke for you, a pathetic attempt to hold on, with hollow words, untrue. You should be ashamed, you should be disgusted, at the man you've become, at the love you've rusted. I deserve the real thing, not watered-down, half-hearted, broken wings, not a love that's conditional , not a love that stings . I deserve ...
I'm lost in the labyrinth of your absense, A prisoner of love , in perpetual resistance . Every fiber of my being screams to let go, Yet, I'm bound to the memories, the whispers, the glow. The war within me rages, a never-ending fight, Between the heart that holds on and the soul that's tired of the fight. I'm torn between the comfort of your presence and the agony of your distance, A constant tug-of-war, a heartbreaking existence. Your love is a double-edged sword , it cuts so deep, A bittersweet reminder of what I'll never keep. I'm trapped in this limbo , where love and pain entwine, A never-ending cycle, a heart that's forever aligned. If I let go, I'll lose the essence of you, The memories, the laughter, the tears, the truth. I'll move on, but the feelings will fade, Leaving behind a hollow space, an emptiness that's never staid. And if you come back,...