When I first saw it, it was like a red rose which
blew my mind out back and forth.
I blindfolded myself with its thorns
even though I knew it would not go north.
I found stains on my hand; ‘fore I pulled them off again
Maybe that was too late ’cause the blue had poured in my vain
When I last held it, it became our orchid.
It’s one in the morning; I keep philosophising.
What is happening is getting terrifying.
Getting my hopes up, letting my guards down.
It is time to call a halt when sugar looks like salt.
“Have the pond of tears turned into a sea?” I don’t even have a clue
since the day she told me, “You just don’t look good in blue”
Underneath my scar, I know I have come so far.
When the days get older, the nights get colder.
I guess what I could say is “try your best not to get hurt”,
because all you need is knowing your worth.
I thought I had it because I opened it again,
turned out you lost it, and I was in pain.
I thought the words meant because they were deep,
turned out they were just lies, and I was ripped.
I thought we were the light because we shone so bright,
turned out it was just a night, and I was here to write.
I thought, I thought it would not hurt like this,
I thought I was going to be okay,
I thought the ocean would not be in my eyes,
and I thought you were the one.
The sun is gonna rise tomorrow, and I am gonna sink in the sorrow.
They say growth is painful because it’s truthful.
It’s sad, but It’s true, you broke my heart, really hard.
I thought—
I thought you opened my eyes, but you opened my eyes, anyway.
And I guess, I’m gonna close it again.
She was confused by the things that had happened
as if they were just for shows.
They smiled at her. But fate made her see how they take off their masks.
She could not figure it out. She was lost.
They said no words. But fate made her see how rumours fly around the world.
She convinced herself that there had to be something else. Somehow, lamentably, she was lost again.
They told her things. But fate made her see how things fall to pieces.
There were 100 of them but 99 were lies.
She was lost once again.
But this time, with the only one truth, she figures it out.
There are fakers, haters, and liars. But they all make her realise something –
maybe she is not supposed to have all the answers
because she can only answer questions that are for her.
Now she is not confused anymore
because she figures out the old her.