Indifference
Leaves fall everyday… especially so tonight.
When the wind blows, each leaf drops, as my tear drops
Every night, some person will get their heart broken.
Who did they believe in who cause them such pain?
How does one feel, when the contract of love has been terminated?
Is it possible to have no worries and regrets, while still faithfully collecting the fallen leaves?
My heart’s so silly… just so silly that I can’t even cry
I’m indifferent, cold as ice, calm as water
I don’t leave space for hopes to invade my closed heart
If emotions are undoable knots, and people only care about knowing who’s been hurt
I’d rather be the leaf that falls as the wind blows
I’m indifferent, I’ve been hurt, I’ve cried before
I only care that love’s innocent, so why am i trapped in this conundrum?
When the world’s blinded by emotions,
I’d rather be the last fallen leaf
