Those bloodied hands taught me to see.
The things I will love doing even for free.
It changes my perception, a living for a reason.
It was that you that I remember, a dependable person.
Time changes me, and I'm afraid, so is you.
From the memories of the past, a bond was ripped in two.
A distant feeling of closeness, an unfamiliar scent.
I lost track of the moment where those messages was left unsent.
I don't want to care, it always bring pain.
I will just close my eyes and leave all the stain.
There's no one to turn back to, none to blame.
It is all on me, my darkness will sustain.
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