stop talking, i hate myself for knowing everything before you even opened your mouth.
i wanted to lie and run away but your two eyes are telling me goodbye.
i finally set my heart to leave and it came to me like a harsh storm.
it might be a fate that will wash away like the rain,
because it was more painful than a fate shattered like glass.
at the end of this walk, I let you know but you wouldn’t know.
stop crying, i hate myself for knowing everything before I get wet with tears.
don’t try too hard to get far away, my body has already broken into pieces just like you wanted.
i can’t go a step closer to you
i was sick with a love fever, the meaning of these tears trickling to my dried lips.
you’ll never know.
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