You lose yourself trying to hold on to someone who doesn't care about losing you
What is nothing to you, can be love to me
Though I may not flow where the wind guides me, I won’t become still water.
All the promises we made in the beginning, did we forget because we were busy? Or are we already too busy forgetting?
What's the point of beauty if it's only seen by one?
It didn’t rain for you, maybe, but it always rains for me. The sky shatters and rains shards of glass.