This Game of Chase
Right here where we startedRun away.
That's all I can think of, run away.
I don't know why.
Maybe it is shame.
Maybe it is fear.
All I know is, I can't bear to see the look on your face.
"How are you?"
I'd rather you treat me like a stranger.
I'd rather you not look at me.
I'd rather hear hurtful words than that whisper you said to my back.
I'd rather not.
Those words of concern, they hurt, somehow.
Don't give me false hope. Don't confuse me.
Don't confuse yourself.
Let me help you. Let me help myself.
Let me run away from here.
Disappear from your life like what I planned.
Don't mess me up.
Don't mess you up.
I'll try my best to disappear.
I watch as you slip away from in between my hands.
Like you always do.
I guess, some things just don't change. Do they, Himchan?
You don't even want my concern now, do you?
Why do I chuckle at the thought of you running away.
Some things don't change.
They don't change, Himchan, they don't change.
This game of chase-- habits are hard to change.
I guess I am addicted to this abusive game of yours.
Addicted to this game of chase.
I'm trying hard to quit.
I'm trying hard to quit you.
I should turn around and leave like you do.
I should leave.
We're no longer part of each other.
I forgot, I'm the one who broke us apart.
But somehow, under everything, I hope you're well. I hope you wouldn't forget me.
I hope you're happy.
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