When the glitters don't glitter anymore,
When space in which you fit once isn't for you to hide no more,
After the laughter are gone and the music has faded
When the ones you once called yours are someone else's to be called now
When you have only the memories to call your own and yours to take with you
What would you do?
You go back,
You return to the place from where you were called out,
You curse yourself, you shut in your abyss which was once your home, with iron bars that it can never be opened again.
For what's the point of the measure at this point?
When it's all done?
When you forgot who you were and try to hold on what never meant for you?
Forgetting the fact that forever is a lie.
For everything that brings joy once only brings the pain when it's gone.
Lost in the questions of "why" only to hate myself for letting my guard down,
Making it hard to forgive myself for believing in something that was never mine.
And in that grief of this late hour I cry, I cry of the things that once gave me joy,
In that grief, I force myself to a sleep from which I never want to wake up from.