You've always said,
there's still lots of time,
you can wait for me.
Before, I did not understand,
that there's a tomorrow, doesn't mean there's a future.
Missing you is the pain that breathes,
living on every part of my body.
Humming the song you loved hurts,
looking at your letters hurts,
even the silence hurts.
Regret is the virus that flows, back and forth within my blood.
Regretting that i have not have cared enough for you hurts,
regretting that not understanding you enough hurts even more,
wanting to see you but in vain hurts the most.
but not noticing any sadness that comes from your face.
Aye, what such lonely stubbornness.
you’ve taken away the safe walls that encircle me,
and by letting me out on my own,staying put, you have bundled yourself.
You did not say that you may become weak,
you needed my support,
but I pretended that I didn’t know, moving freely, I lived my own life.
I promise I won’t lie to you any more,
how tight I entwine you meant how much I love you.
My smile is all fake now, as my soul seems to be just floating,
it’ll be okay if you are here.
I promise I won’t let you wait,
I’ll be there with you for whatever you want to do,
I’m more and more like a shell,
afraid of being contacted by people,
it’ll be okay if you are back,
it’ll be okay if everything can just start over.
