Sometimes, things aren't meant...
You will say, "If we're meant for each other,
we will be..."
I said, "If you wanted to.
You'll do everything just hold me."
This is the ending.
A broken piece of agony.
I cry tears like dew in that meadow.
Darkness falls upon me.
You cannot see.
No, friend.
You are blind.
You're not capable of seeing.
This is the last thing I wanted to say before we cast goodbyes and walk away.
"I am thankful you hurt me..."