Spoiler

Your cold eyes and words are the spoilerIn your every action, I see our endI tell myself it’s not true but I feel the spoilerShould I watch till the end? Or should I leave now?What if there’s a twist?

What are you thinking? Only after I ask twice, you look at meOnce again, you give me an answer that’s not really an answerMaybe it’s gonna rain tomorrowYou look out the window againThese days, I see a lot of your side profileYou let out a sigh and I freeze up in the overflowing silenceThinking bad things that I shouldn’t be thinkingI knowMy intuitions are dangerousIf I take one step, I’m the guy who’ll fall in deepMy sensitiveness is really badI know whyYour mysterious sighs keep increasingYour fleeting heart is leaving with each sigh

For some reasonLife got busier than beforeDays when we contact each other less, conversations we forcefully haveWords that are written and erasedThese are all a foreshadowingMaybe it’s coincidence but every time I look at the clock, the hands turn against meIt’s like they’re showing me the futureIt’s all a clichéThese scenes are so typical, as if I’ve seen them hundreds of timesBut why do I feel so anxious?All the promises we made in the beginning, did we forget because we’re busy?Or are we alreadyToo busy forgetting?

I can hear it loudly, even words that aren’t saidI tried to pretend otherwise but I already knowThis damn feeling that suffocates my breath more and moreMaybe I trapped you inside my useless fantasyMaybe you tried out a role for me that didn’t really fitEven when I told you I loved you out of habit, I was always thinking about something elseThe lines and facial expressions didn’t match, the subtitles are off

I wanted a movie-like love but is this my punishment?I ask about your heart but your answer is always open-endedYeah, we were always having twists on top of twistsA repetition of suffocating scenesWorse than the hot hell is this cooled down emotional purgatoryI see the endI can’t turn off the projector of imaginationWhen I black out, that’s when I can at least breatheJust cut me out or kill me outI don’t care about a happy endingDon’t let me fadeout

Maybe you and I were playing a crazy game of charadesWith the ending already decided from the first frameMaybe you and I were already headed toward the end from the first sceneThis is our last parade.

I see the end but baby don’t let goIn case I lose even one scene, girl I can’t let go

I can’t let you go

I see the end but baby don’t let goIn case I lose even one scene, girl I can’t let go

The end?

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