the story of us

will you stay here with me, will you care for a little bit? there is nothing to see without a single beat. i am never the fun but a spoilt and silent child who decided to change the volume from hard to mild. let me set the right course, let me choose the right way to go. i will wither and faint while facing a weaker blow. there’s nothing to prove, i’m begging you for myself, for my childish gambit from dusty and dirty shelf. being part of the game which demands ‘be polite, or else’ plays a riddle with the abstract longing for being best. so i’m trying to fight, i’m trying to find the road, but the story of us is ready to be untold.