My dreams and hopes—no chance they'll come true.
My soul is bound in twisted ropes, yet I remain mute…
I break down in silence, my world overthrown,
Still lost in denial—I wish I had known.
My dreams lie uncertain; I gather what’s left,
Relying on chances that won’t be reset.
I won’t let my feelings keep waiting in line,
These ropes must be severed, these ties redefined.
You don’t need strength to cause someone pain,
You don’t need weakness to shatter, to break.
You don’t need pride to keep feeding the hate,
You don’t need life just to push love away.
I dreamed that my love wouldn’t die, wouldn’t fade,
No power could ever extinguish its flame.
I deeply believed we were more than a game—
A choice must be made—sink or swim through the pain.
Ropes
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