Our past is like a broken glass; Fragile and harmful yet beautiful in a way that these broken pieces sparkles through the shining light. Though the end had doomed us, I hope we can mend these broken pieces together. Cause we both know that the end is only the beginning of our story. We are not free to do what we want. These judgemental looks are breaking us apart. You were my everything, until we were nothing. I want to see us in the future. But for now, we are only naive fools Dancing With Our Hands Tied.