Tears that fell, but never intended.
My heart was covered, but never mended.
A cursed soul, am I not?
Always missing the best shot.
Is my body fading,
Or is it my withered soul speaking?
Tonight, the lines are beyond what I sing.
I can't smile like summer or spring,
There's too much to bear, oh this thing.
If it's too much to ask from me,
Then why did I have to work hard for thee?
My mind is troubled with so much thoughts,
I find myself in forgotten spots.
My life is nothing, but an hourglass.
It runs, it will always pass.
If you could lend your heart for a day,
Or if you could be good to stay,
I might just bloom one last time,
Make me believe happiness is not a crime.