Reality’s sometimes obscured by idealization.
I imagined things that were never there.
And suddenly a realization
showed me he doesn’t really care.
And if you did care, lover from my past,
even then, I am not very sorry
that things ended up so fast.
I have seen the unseen glory…
…but it was just gild golden upon dirt you never saw in yourself.
Maybe, just maybe, I hope you read this, and realize-
-I am not as childish as your old dusty bookshelf.
I am not a novel to be read, you are not that wise.
I have been stupid too, I admit:
trusting all those deceiving words…
And that’s why we had to quit,
and you need to let me fly like all those birds.
Age is just a number,
now I know for sure.
Yeah, boredom makes me slumber,
as much as your acting out was immature.
I admit… I am a dreamer and I can’t grow up yet.
But I’ve heard the nicest lies from you.
All those things you did and said…
To, in the end, make me feel blue.
I opened my naïve puppy eyes, and saw a glimpse of my past.
I left you shortly after, I hate encountering my nightmares.
You knew it all and made bad memories last.
But I bet you never knew what it truly scares-
-it scares my love, passion, trust.