How can I just let you walk away,
Just let you leave without a trace,
When I'm standing taking every breath,
With you,
You're the only one who really knew me,
At all.


How can you just walk away from me,
When all I can do is watch you leave,
Cause we shared the laughter and the pain,
And even shared the tears,
You're the only one who really knew me at all.


So take a look at me now,
There's just an empty space,
There's nothing left here to remind me,
Just the memory of your face,
So take a look at me now,
There's just an empty space,
If you're coming back to me it's against all odds,
And that's what I've got to face.


-xx-


I've learned to stop clinging on to the past, combing it for clues of successes, flashing a smile as you relate them to strangers. No one would look at you with recognition, for what they crave for is the present and your ability to seize their favour for you.
My love for you was noticed and retaliated when I was barely able to talk, you were the decision I made in life, which was to walk in your footsteps and become somebody majoring in you. I can't swallow watching you walk away with some people that does not deserve you, that has no respect for you and what you are. You can't leave, but maybe I'm just not your match, just the second card left on the shelve of the deserted aisle, waiting and rotting while watching you gleam with pleasure, jealousy seething through the rest of us, because we're not as good as you in your amazing talent of sucking up, thus gaining the spotlight from your backstabbing supporters.


I'm treading on egg shells; walking on tight rope. It's as though I'm clinging on to a thin frailed branch, hanging over a twenty-thousand feet cliff, patiently waiting for the time when I'll fall and become someone forgetten, someone from the past, unrecognised.

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