Our love was the sun.Its fire so great it shone across time.
You are my mirageThe last thing I see before I die, a fleeting dream slipping from my memory.
Save me from this torture of loss
#1: I mean it’s only real because without an object you won’t have a reflection, but what is an object without reflection? It is nothing. If no one sees you then you don’t exist, but if you don’t see what they see then you’re only real to them, not to you.
#2: This doesn’t make sense, like puling you closer while you’re pushing me away.
#3: I looked inside myself and I didn’t find light, I found darkness. Its from there we are created, darkness born into light. This is where I belong, in the void from nothing.
You try to act like them but you can never get it rightYou speak their language but you still don’t know what they say.