"If concussions were made to pills, i'd pop them 3times a day"
i see my life, as it is now, and i am so angry towards myself.
the anguish that was buried inside were never known.
unknown of how it grew, unknown of how it was placed.
i guess its best for us to walk in different directions,
as the same path might be too narrow for us no matter
how we ought to.
its beautiful and interesting when we walked on the same narrow section,
but as years pass, we are affected by our own emotions, emotions of greed.
we want the convenience in walking freely, we just want to feel the freedom
and not the pulling of each others hand, but when we fall, we feel sorry for the person
that walked with us.
we pulled them back up and promise to try walked again the same path,
but we are not to be blame, its our very emotions as humans, that greed is just a middlename
i walked the same path with you, trying my very best to widen the path
for the both of us, but somehow, i keep fallin and trippin, and you could never see.
i blamed myself for even tryin to share with you, share the pain that we walked,
run, skip and fall. Because everytime we fall, we are mad at each other, instead of
rubbin the wound.
we saved snapshots of the journey we took, the journey that was build with our
very own sweat and love. that snapshots become part of our lives, we grew stronger,
however, the strongest thing that ever build would collaspe eventually.
to who, i say this.
i walked home, knowing you will be there for me.
be there for me till the end of the day or the world.
i went to bed, wanting you to be,
to be beside me and listen to my day story.
i wake up in the morning, knowin the goodnight kiss
still lingers on my lips.
as i close my eyes for the day, i wish to be awoken,
knowin you're still with me breathing.