SeragakiRen

Using my worthless ego as a pretext I don´t want to fixate on black or white How is this hurting heart, you ask? Isn't it pulsing, throbbing? Wait, that’s just my mind! "Goodbye" was meant to be the last exchange But you keep on saying "I like you" Seeing your overflowing conscience I can´t help but wave my hands at you in the end Here we go again, I´ve cried again, Though I am just pretending to be hurt The costume I wear on to the stage My laughing will resound My thoughts entwine The fight intensifies Hold on, Hold on Everything is fading black The red thread entwined Nothing but chaos on the stage Hold on, Hold on W