what do you know of me when i am a rose with its petals down and its thorns up. what could possibly crosses your mind if i am half word away from insanity and everything miserable.
i am a child with a withering heart not to be loved, but to be abandoned. and everything that went wrong on this side of earth is my fault. and the nightmares of a little child while playing in the playground.
face me like an object / slit my throat or break my neck / take my life / even if it worth a check / for who i am for all that wrecked
what would became of you if you weren't in that battlefield?
does that make you a loser?
would that make you incompetent?
what could've been happen if you weren't riding your horse to protect the innocent?
what if that day you protect yourself instead of everybody else?
what would happen if you choose a cup of tea for the rest of the day?
what would you do?
what if you didn't pick up on that dark green cape?
will there be a problem if you didn't answer levi's call to join the group?
where would you be if you weren't there?
will you be thinking of their fate?
would you blame yourself?
why would you blame yourself?
you look like a never-ending summer. among the sand that we turn into a castle, and the warmth in your hold that gives me courage to swim into the sea. yet, the blazing light of the sun never actually reflected in your eyes,
and i wonder why.
(it's the cold snow that is buried deep within. behind the iron walls, and the isolated heart that believes love is for anyone, but him.)
you stare at the sea like it's never going to leave you. the waves come and gone and come again and gone again and the sparks in your eyes scream so much of wanting it to come back. i have never seen a sight as peaceful as this.
(i stare at you like you're never going to leave me.)