16. Troubled Dependence
When you aren't around, I wonder what would happen if my existence is disappeared from this world,
some will care and some won't,
if it would be a revulsive pain or the passage of this time that everyone's been waiting for,
For I cause so much ache to my loved ones,
with my troubled dependence,
I wish for nothing but to be alone.
It makes me cry, it makes me suffer,
how much should I mould into for and keep annihilating my part?
I know I say things, I feel things that are buried,
yet I appear to be so superficial and weak.
Maybe they haven't seen the real me, I am apprehensive to unveil,
for I will be loveless and lonely.
I have just started opening up to you now, my skin, my cells and you're already breaking afar,
you know I cave in when I crave,
a fuzz in the brain, gently floating on a wave,
slowly trying to lose me away.
Keeping up with the apologies,
crazy how it all made sense that night,
and now you got me all weak in my knees, with my back stabbed with the knives.
Love doesn't change being truthful just as it doesn't change being deceitful,
can even change being truthful just as being deceitful.
So what is the truth and where is the truth?
In this world where I only consider you, even after everyone's gone.
So what is love and where is this love, if not being understood?
some will care and some won't,
if it would be a revulsive pain or the passage of this time that everyone's been waiting for,
For I cause so much ache to my loved ones,
with my troubled dependence,
I wish for nothing but to be alone.
It makes me cry, it makes me suffer,
how much should I mould into for and keep annihilating my part?
I know I say things, I feel things that are buried,
yet I appear to be so superficial and weak.
Maybe they haven't seen the real me, I am apprehensive to unveil,
for I will be loveless and lonely.
I have just started opening up to you now, my skin, my cells and you're already breaking afar,
you know I cave in when I crave,
a fuzz in the brain, gently floating on a wave,
slowly trying to lose me away.
Keeping up with the apologies,
crazy how it all made sense that night,
and now you got me all weak in my knees, with my back stabbed with the knives.
Love doesn't change being truthful just as it doesn't change being deceitful,
can even change being truthful just as being deceitful.
So what is the truth and where is the truth?
In this world where I only consider you, even after everyone's gone.
So what is love and where is this love, if not being understood?