First love does not work out, does it?
As I walked down alone at the dark street,
The wet pavements reminded me of something or maybe someone.

Overdosed with memories I was trying to block out of my head,
I cut my veins, fought the pain but ended up surrendering at my bed.
The battles I had to deal on my own, with hopes I ran.

What would make you think of me?
I struggled with thoughts as they brought me to life on Saturday.
Yet there was no light, neither bird nor sun.

Too strong to hold on to the promises that will never be filled.
For last...