No surprise, isn't it?
As dictated by Faranza Syns
I prefer to think that when the sparks flicker out, you're left with a glow that suffuses your whole body, leaving you with a comfortable warmth. I believe it's the rightful way of things, to be left with something fond to think about after the relationship starts losing its adrenaline pump.
What I don't expect is for things to die out quick and fast-- just as quickly as one slams a door against an unwanted intruder.
The excitement just fades. And suddenly, you just don't want to talk to that person anymore. There's nothing left to talk about. Nothing left to joke about, except the occasional, little things that amuse you.
Once cold, clammy fingers now cannot wait to end a conversation. The moments of awkward silence grows longer.
As you part, the relief you feel brings you shame. Yet you couldn't care.
"I still love you, you know."
"No, don't worry. We'll be fine."
Promises, promises.
Excuses coming easy and curt. Soon you can't bear it anymore; there are no more excuses left to be offered.
And as quickly as you met, joked, laughed, loved, understood; your ties were as quickly severed.
Because really, you feel nothing more. Because really, you're selfish, but you couldn't care less.
And you wake up the next day, and life is just the way it is.
Because no matter what your promises are, we know they're unfounded.
And really, does this come as any surprise to you?
I know in time,
you'll finally catch on.
What I don't expect is for things to die out quick and fast-- just as quickly as one slams a door against an unwanted intruder.
The excitement just fades. And suddenly, you just don't want to talk to that person anymore. There's nothing left to talk about. Nothing left to joke about, except the occasional, little things that amuse you.
Once cold, clammy fingers now cannot wait to end a conversation. The moments of awkward silence grows longer.
As you part, the relief you feel brings you shame. Yet you couldn't care.
"I still love you, you know."
"No, don't worry. We'll be fine."
Promises, promises.
Excuses coming easy and curt. Soon you can't bear it anymore; there are no more excuses left to be offered.
And as quickly as you met, joked, laughed, loved, understood; your ties were as quickly severed.
Because really, you feel nothing more. Because really, you're selfish, but you couldn't care less.
And you wake up the next day, and life is just the way it is.
Because no matter what your promises are, we know they're unfounded.
And really, does this come as any surprise to you?
I know in time,
you'll finally catch on.
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