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Us Against Each Other




I remember those days
When the wind blew so hard it brought hurricane; standing still hand in hand
Ugly voices were resounding all over; one headphone stuck in our ear, deaf in one and the other didn’t even care
Thousand lemons were thrown; three tall glasses of overly sweetened lemonade for our own
Blinking too often trying to blocked out tears; dark comes and words of nothing were the perfect reassurance
Drown in thoughts smelling death; a simple sentence made it seems like a crazy thing to be afraid

Came from the same shit hole; gone through without feeling whole; were cut into the same pattern; had a parallel brain; the exact same burn leaving a stain 

Life was fine until it isn’t
Until the ring at 3 am were no longer there
Neither soggy voices, slurring words, nor sleepless companion
Distance were our friend until it isn’t
Until the ugly reality sink in, kick in, and left us dead to each other
Times were blurry but the mess is clear
Broken soul and shit-stained existence were ours from the very first
As the moon were eaten, drifting away wasn’t even a decision
It happens under the conscience

I failed to remember how does it feel to have those days
At the moment it all just a foggy memories
Between the harsh words, cruel act, and lonely world
We were ours before we have this sick feeling
To face and to stand with each of our back to the other

We are reluctant to hurt those who reminded us of ourselves, they said
Guess it was just what’s left for now
Wrapped within broken promises, empty words, and false memories
You were rad and I was radiant
Funny, funny thing is I don’t even recognize who we are anymore
Perhaps only exasperation, misery, fucked up agony
Since a shitload of toxic are pumped into your blood and ignited white air clouding my lung

These nights are still sleepless
Yet no longer the same at all
I thank whatever it is that made it this way
The honest voice inside me is screaming for the old classic days
But the devil you’ve built doesn’t even want to see your face
I guess I wrote the first sentence wrong
How can I remember when the memory itself feels like a haunting ghost
All I can wonder is
How, when, why did this happen out of the long gone bliss

We were an us against the world
Right before
Us against each other
And the star seems like it couldn't agree more

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