Breath Between Walls

Taken for granted, big plans turned to dust Planted the seeds,

but the soil turned to rust Thought I was the favorite,

thought I was the choice Now the protocol is silence,

the absence of your voice

Kiss your face, you turn away—what’s the manual here?

If "doing my best" was the losing game,

make it disappear

Tried my best, but the win was a lie Sitting in your

dress, waiting for the "why" People don't leave if the love is

the base But I was just the runner-up in the middle of

your race Good, just wasn't enough.

The variable failed.

The love was a ship,

but the wind never sailed.

Four eyes in the garden,

two looking down Asking for a pardon while you're leaving this town

Thought I was the way home,

a destination point But I was just an obstacle,

a crack in the joint

If I couldn't be one,

I couldn't be two

You weren't perfect, but you were the design I knew

Did you mean it?

The "in love"

part?

Or was I just a convenient heart?

I was good. You just weren't listening.

Good, but not enough.

100% Tiguidou. The protocol is empty.

I’m closing the file.