It’s the same roads we’ve driven, More times than I can count, The icy trails just add on, To the warmth, I feel within, I felt so safe sipping my coffee, With you right by my side, Always smiling, yet so cautious, Ah! I felt the warmest… On winter drives with you.
But fate played such a twist, For on the same roads that we drove, You were snatched right before my eyes, Now, the roads are forever red, Stained in your blood, And even the summer breeze, Makes me feel cold, Ah! I feel the chilliest… On summers without you.
You huff and puff, Then, gulp, gulp, gulp, Cigarettes and whiskey, Taking you up, up, up, You trip and you fall, Then, you slur, slur, slur, Tripping high, falling low, Everything’s slow, slow, slow, You think you rule, But world’s cruel, cruel, cruel, So, you huff and puff, Then, gulp, gulp, gulp, Cigarettes and whiskey, Taking you up, up, up.
Free-spirited soul, happy & glee, What a beautiful lie she weaves! Ambitions she has, that she chases, But that’s just one of her phases. Every moment, her colour changes, She pretends to be perfect, But in reality, she’s deranged, Her insecurities run deep within, She trusts no one, not even herself, Her mind is a pool of negativity, She’s filled with toxic insecurities, So, she cuts herself to get rid of it. And you say you love her, Like she’s the light of your life, But how can she light up anything, When her insides are rotting? How can she give you anything, Besides headache and miseries? Oh, darling, you fell in love, With a girl not worth loving.
I’ve had my heartbroken, And I’ve shattered a few, I don’t know what life has for me, I’m lost without a clue, As fickle-minded as I am, I change my direction every time, Going round and round in circles, I’m dizzy, life seems like a circus, I have no idea what I am doing, Nor do I know where I am going, But I want to stop for a while, Rest my heart and close my eyes.
If my ribcage were a wishbone, To give a second chance, To my battle scarred heart, Or I had some magic potion, To heal all my bleeding wounds, I would be tempted to use them all, To once again, feel new and whole.
But I would fight past my temptations, And wear my battle scars with pride, As blood drips down my battered body, With bullet holes and arrows hanging, I shall hold my head high, For all the battles, I valiantly fought, I survived, and I thrived.
It would be easy to forget it all, Patch up the scars and wear a mask. But why would I ever choose to pretend, When I have a glorious story to tell? I don’t need magic to heal me, I’m magical, and so is my journey.
Oh, my beloved, October, You’re a little too late this year. You see, I’m already in December, Withered, fallen, and icy cold. A tiny spark ignited in me, When you were about to begin, But well, that gave me a wildfire, Incinerating, my soul and my spirit. Now I lay in my icy coffin, With no sign of life within, As I observe you from far away, You, in all your orange glory, Oh, my beloved, October, Kiss me with your autumn leaves, Bring me back with your magical touch, Let me fall, once again.