vulnerability is a souvenir I get from you
As you walked away like a stranger,
I sit in this baned bus station waiting for a sign.
What a mortal thought!
What a delusional game!
I can pretend I'm fine.
I can pretend for the rest of the world.
I can pretend in your face.
but how can I lie to myself ?
How can I look at mirror when the reflection is faceless!
I wish I could run through the storm and make it out alive.
I wish I could run through the ocean and not drown to the deep unknown.
I wish I could say goodbye and walkaway like you did.
But I'm still here at this baned bus station waiting for a sign.