Air is still air for us to breathe,
But why is it hard for me,
To breathe the air everyone breathes,
To live like everyone lives.
Tears are still tears for us to cry,
I envy those who could just cry,
For nothing flows down my cheek,
It’s only my heart that bleeds.
To hold you is still a fantasy,
Could I even touch you?
For if I look into your eyes deeper,
I know I can’t pull back any further.
No, not this way do I want to live,
Nor do I want to leave,
No, not in the middle I want to be,
Left here hanging like a thread.
But why is it hard for me,
To breathe the air everyone breathes,
To live like everyone lives.
Tears are still tears for us to cry,
I envy those who could just cry,
For nothing flows down my cheek,
It’s only my heart that bleeds.
To hold you is still a fantasy,
Could I even touch you?
For if I look into your eyes deeper,
I know I can’t pull back any further.
No, not this way do I want to live,
Nor do I want to leave,
No, not in the middle I want to be,
Left here hanging like a thread.
~xin~
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