But I have kept your pictures inside my notebook.
Like how I kept promises I did not even made.
So funny how I hang your name in my heart on a hook,
Like frames on the museum walls you cannot trade.
And I see it all coming like a deja vu.
Like a movie that I was directing.
And the story of our fate is the script I read through,
And I rewrote it a thousand times in the wrecking.
It was a love story in my reckoning.
But I watched it fall in to pieces and it didn't land in my hands.
Oh! It was like dark ages, my empire falling!
And I could only hold on to your memories like postcards never sent.