times are hard when things have got no meaning
I’ve found a key upon the floor
maybe you and I will not believe in the things we find behind the door
if you’re leaving will you take me with you
I’m tired of talking on my phone
there is one thing I can never give you
my heart will never be your home
we’re good at this push-and-pull game, the one-sided conversations in the middle of the night, and subtle exchanges of riddles and codes. this is how we play the game, wearing a mask behind our masked faces already, hands hidden in the shadows. is it a knife or is it something less deadly, why we wouldn’t know until our fates are sealed. you can try to push, but what grounds can I concede? there are no walls, but just layers after layers of the darkest fogs. it is futile, you and I know, and time will pass and we shall both give up this endless hide and seek in this unending grim woods. and there, we shall say goodbye and let the days fade.