I find myself in a waking realization,
Away went the sadness and the sinning temptations.
The more I don’t think, the more I forget,
You told me I couldn’t, and yet look what I did.
The bags under my eyes are slowly disappearing,
Along with every other stupid feeling.
I no longer have the urge to talk,
I’m closing our door and turning the lock.
Our love was like the cycle of skies,
When it got dark, I found myself wanting to die.
Pick up your tears and your doubts,
Time is running out.