For one day, I'd like to build a bridge

long enough to reach the skies,

to see you even for a while.

Dancing, singing with angels in paradise.

I wanted to see you laugh with my own eyes,

and not just hear it in a memory muffled by cries.

Was it too selfish of me to ask for just a day?

When I thought I had an eternity,

all I did was waste them away,

one by one, day after day;

foolishly unaware all would be taken from me.

These smiles I wore always lied to me

for months and months, and I'm tired.

I'm tired of this drug prescribed by everybody.

Feigning always failed at the end of the day;

the pills of pretend lost their potency.

My every cell screamed of shame and pity.

I was that candle that refused to lit a flame

when you were in the dark;

that empty glass when you were thirsty.

I was that mirror who refused to lie,

and chose to feed your insecurities.

I am selfish, then and now.

And I'm sorry,

I'm sorry my love was unfelt,

unheard, unknown, all through the years.

I clawed my heart out,

and all I saw were your twinkling eyes.

I burned that candle to the ground,

shattered that useless glass;

I cursed that heartless mirror,

but all I saw were scars.

Scars of your embrace,

scars that echoed your laughters,

scars of unfulfilled promises,

of wasted tick tock of clocks;

of past mistakes and countless regrets.

Mirrors, mirrors always tell the truth.

They showed me the flaw in my smile;

it was I—no bridges that led to the sky;

only I, and all my life's cracks without you.

That precious clock had stopped,

the one which I cannot revive, no matter what.

I don't deserve even that one day,

for I was too late when I decided

to listen to your fading tick tocks.

I know it now; my own clock refused to stop.

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