Old self

Why are you giving me hope?
If you got nothing to show.
Can't you just walk away?
That'll clear my mental agonies. 

My stories disguise as my shadow.
I'm stuck with them forever.
You're the assassin of my peace,
You don't hear my sob or screams. Do ya?

I stood awoke a million nights,
Fixing the pieces of my broken self.
Even though you pained me a lot 
I don't want anybody to hurt you ever.

You gave me the biggest delight 
And yet you carved the deepest cracks
I am standing on a hopeless path
I either want you and me to be us or my old self back
My old self back
My old self back
My old self back.

There's this thing of yours which keeps me on the edge of my seat even though it shouldn't. 
It's ironic how all you left behind are dilemmas and I expected them to be memories.

Queries clog my mind with stuff,
I am unautonomously captivated to process.
Am I the one waiting for you? Or are you the one waiting for my soul to collapse?

Maybe I lost you before you departed and you shoving me was all I feared.
I preserve myself from looking back at time 'cause I know it has a haunted end and I can't stand it.
Neither can I escape it.

You gave me the biggest delight 
And yet you carved the deepest cracks
I am standing on a hopeless path
I either want you and me to be us or my old self back
My old self back
My old self back
My old self back...

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