Late summer nights, detached from reality
Feeling you in all of the tumultous songs I listen to
I know this is just my cancer moon shining light over the darkest story ever lived
It's reflecting the sea; it's reflecting me drowning in 2020...
I can see grandiose 2021, dropping like a grenade
And my broken heart detonating into nothing at all
From love I've never known to hate I couldn't stop
Now only a river with remnants of blood
A disaster with inhuman characteristics
Gravelly unusual, according to my experience
It's curious to think it was human made...
(It's heartbreaking to think that my innocence was used as a weapon that eventually killed me).
It's been 3 years of smoke and epiphanies
It's been 3 whole summers of illicit dreams: actual nightmares that were never meant for me
It's been 3 years that led me here, where I am supposed to be
For once and for all, I'll seek closure until it finds me
No matter what it was, what it is, and what it'll never be
I admit I thought I'd fake it until I make it.
And I won't say it was different because it's you... I just thought I moved on
I believed so badly I did that I almost forgot how hard I tried to
I am no healed at all; I am shattered glass on the floor
And I can't sweep it under the carpet anymore...
How can I mend my broken heart?
I am looking around and extending my hands for help because I never did.
Siarhei Kandybovich
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