Remember those days of remembrance. Days of calamity passing by?
Used to be told that love is the clearest feeling of all?
Used to accumulate everything and anything close by?
Only one thing left for me to say, its only a fairytale in my ears... now My hope is departed and my faith is destructed.

I lost my padlock of my heart, while I was your soulmate.
Yet those days were palatial and I felt a place called home, a place of comfort, but now the world has chartered it.
Indeed this love was a fairytale.

Being told that when everything falls, love stand tall.
Thinking of not breaking your heart but you already planned a heist of breaking my love.
I gave you my love, gave...