so long

it's always been very cruel to peel apart someone's wound
i urge not to be infatuated, temporarily keep some love for oneself

nobody likes to be alone, but worst being in a hate love relations
in this lofty human world, even smile could be lonely

i can't help but exile, like a piece of dust
i dare not to, i don't want to

it's an evaded tender affection, clearly one kind of pain
regards of how strong a heart can be, it eventually is made out of flesh and blood

it feels like steel knife in windpipe, hardly breathing, it doesn't feel right
but it only make sense so long as the wrong feels right