suffocation,
exhaustion,
repetition
going around and around in circles,
pulling back and forth
not wanting each other to take blame
as if it was competitive race,
Little did we know
sinking down
dragging below
by our guilt
scars hurt alot, alot, alot and bleeding
into our present,
slippery slopes on our foot path
[ but it doesn't mean that we're broken ]
past tune doesn't fit in our present music
and our future soundtrack
darling, despite the darkness whispering to you,
please know that I'm willing to paint our scars gold
as long as you do the same
for shaking me, bringing away from toxic
for staying through icy wind and scorching fire together