Why do we call each other the best,
but treat each other the way we do...?

Why must things turn out this way?
Maybe it is all coming to an end.


This wasn't how we planned it to be,
this isn't what we want,
what I want...
If we were oil and water from the start, we prevented each other from evaporating,
but what of it now?
Have the laws of chemistry morphed since?
And are we to go scattered among the air molecules around,
scattered with no a hint of the past aquaintence?

Mr.S is the culprit,
and we allow him be...
Mr.S swallowed our hearts, blinded us, and taught us to stab each other again,
again,
and again.
Are we so sick of each other?
Or perhaps so overwhlemed by the ugliness we see in each other,
it has left us reeling over with disgust and contempt for each other?

we can't glue broken pieces of a vase together again if it's wet.
And I can't dry it...
No cloth,
no will...
What do they call this?
Desensitisation?
Yeah,
why glue it back, when it just collapses again?

Anguish overwhelms me.
My friend,
let me tell you the ugly truth,
we have becomed too bitter,
and neither of us like chinese medicine...
spit it out, they say, spit it out
I am left so helpless, so frustrated, keeping the black stuff in my mouth,
while it turns more bitter by the second.

I don't know what to do with the broken pieces, mon ami