Something sunk so low inside me, I couldn't find it anymore.
You get shut out and you feel like a steel door has been locked.
You're banging, but he can't hear you.
And being unheard means you've reached the ground floor of giving up,
and giving up is the ground floor of doing yourself in.
The loneliness seems to squat in my lungs and crush everything,
but my most minimal breathing.

One day. You'll be insignificant.
One day. You'll be someone of the past.
One day. The pain will go away.
That day I anticipate.

Leaving was easy for you but it tore me apart.
While you were painting the town red and making your rounds here,
I was trying to make my tears disappear.
I made mistakes I'll never make again.
I gave everything I had which I'll never give again.
So all that loss and all that pain was worthy,
Cos all I learnt will bring me somewhere, someday.
It feels like I'm going around in circles.
They say time heals all wounds.
I say I think time forgot about me.