I wasn't ready yet, lost and confused
I am still trying to be the best version of myself—
even if you can't remember, these very words will make you.
Please, don't turn your back on me like the world did.
What if we can still fix this?
If the world may be ending
Even if you can't remember me anymore, I want to be with you.
Like a long equation,
the answer's unclear—
should I still try? Still believe?
In a hope that is lingering?
Staring at the ceiling,
my mind goes blank, my heart running on empty,
here in the room, dusty books,
an old album we once played.
I don't know if we'll last, shooting a gun with no bullets,
crying out loud, but no tears fall.
When can my fragile heart endure this?