LemonadeArc
L'Arc
- Sep 11, 2023
- 11
Today marks my 20th birthday, at least physically, legally a whole different story. I can't say I feel good, like many others before me, I did not feel I was going to make it to my 20s. Yet here I am, yearning.
It's quite the joke, me yearning for someone to notice me. I thought I made meaningful relationships through the year, yet I'm only remembered by few. Why do I yearn for this love, or whaterever this people have to give? I don't understand myself, I ran away from a relationship that was killing me just to fall for the same tricks. This person that came after, I thought we were meant to be good friends. We laughed, we cried, we forged a bond that felt so real. I wonder, was everything casual back then?
Why would someone give me the best days of my life, just to cut it short. Promises were made, I was not meant to be forgotten. On the other hand, I still carry them with me, the smell of their hair still lingers on their hairpin, my promise remains untouched. I don't want to yearn, specially for them, still I cling. Today of all days, I wait for their message. Even then, my fate is already sealed, 20 but simply not meant to be here. I went punk, I went emo, a nice guy, a clean guy, yet I could not fit in any hole. So I write, songs that won't find a voice, as I run out of time, I'm just a fool.
It's quite the joke, me yearning for someone to notice me. I thought I made meaningful relationships through the year, yet I'm only remembered by few. Why do I yearn for this love, or whaterever this people have to give? I don't understand myself, I ran away from a relationship that was killing me just to fall for the same tricks. This person that came after, I thought we were meant to be good friends. We laughed, we cried, we forged a bond that felt so real. I wonder, was everything casual back then?
Why would someone give me the best days of my life, just to cut it short. Promises were made, I was not meant to be forgotten. On the other hand, I still carry them with me, the smell of their hair still lingers on their hairpin, my promise remains untouched. I don't want to yearn, specially for them, still I cling. Today of all days, I wait for their message. Even then, my fate is already sealed, 20 but simply not meant to be here. I went punk, I went emo, a nice guy, a clean guy, yet I could not fit in any hole. So I write, songs that won't find a voice, as I run out of time, I'm just a fool.
