For it is both breakdowns and breakthroughs,
if the one I lose is the one I chose,
but didn'choose me.
It would be a thousands of spears, and swords pierced right
through my heart,
if those hands let go of mine.
And it would be a million of tears,
Drowning in thoughts and beers,
with you racing on my mind.
Rays of light will never appear in my room.
While in the dark, I was devoured by my own gloom.
If you ever leave, I will tell you why,
In the bathroom floor it's easy to lie,
and let out this repressed feelings and cry.
For just by the thought of you walking away from me,
will tear the dreams I made for you and me.
I am chained by my love for you.
If you ever leave, comes my breakthrough.
The story's plot twist.
The rise of art and masterpiece.
A broken heart, but eventually be healed,
and free.