I can not forget what happened before.
My flawless memory is actually a curse.
With every moment which passes by,
The pain in the heart only gets worse.
Fate gave me the middle finger again.
Without even a touch, it ripped my skin.
One day you smile, thinking to yourself.
Then the story ends, before it can begin.
Amid the unbearable pain in the heart,
Hiding secretly is a glimmer of hope.
Before I hit the bottom of the abyss.
Someone up there will throw a rope
This one will take a long time to move on.
You were, are, and will be an addiction.
I know I keep on denying every single time.
But, there is some truth in every fiction.