There are wounds that remain silent, tucked away amidst the clinking of spoons and gazes that offer nothing more than mere tolerance. This anthology is a journey—from the act of devotion to the courage required to step out through a door that was never truly wide open. Inspired by the melodies that accompanied nights filled with questions.

SPECTRUM

(Track 1)

I once believed love was merely a matter of clear-cut black and white,
Free from doubt or hues that harbor deceit,
I placed my faith in promises exchanged through a meeting of eyes,
Believing you were the final harbor for all my aspirations.

Yet, you turned out to be a shade of gray I could never decipher,
A complex riddle that rendered my logic blind,
You showed me a rainbow, only to snatch its light away,
Leaving me behind in a darkness steeped in sorrow.

Now, I am trapped within the colors you crafted without love,
Realizing that my own definition of happiness was never on the map,
For even though I surrendered my entire life to your reign,
Your world was never truly mine to hold or keep.

SYMPHONY

(Track 2)

How much longer must we remain a hollow song,
A mournful melody played on a loop, devoid of any love?
I am weary of being mere notes you cast aside,
Dancing upon a desolate stage, unseen by any welcoming gaze.

We are lyrics that have lost their meaning amidst our own despair,
A fractured rhythm, born because you no longer care to follow the map,
I strive to harmonize our voices, to maintain the illusion of a grand, regal existence,
Yet your voice drifts further away, swallowed whole by the echoes.

I can no longer pretend within this symphony steeped in sorrow,
Remaining a part of your music that leaves behind only old wounds;
For no matter how long we sing this song together,
The reality is that your world is not truly mine to inhabit.

CEASEFIRE

(Track 3)

I am weary of battling an ego as unyielding as stone,
Until all my forces have surrendered and retreated, one by one;
My body, bruised and battered, lies shattered beyond repair—
Coming to the realization that winning your heart is an uncertain endeavor.

STRANGER

(Track 4)

In truth, I was never truly prepared to stand here,
Watching you walk away, leaving behind everything we had carefully built,
Yet I could only stand frozen, locked in an eternal silence,
As your figure grew smaller beneath a sky that no longer felt serene.

I did not hold you back, nor did I beg you to stay by my side,
For I knew that forcing you would only deepen the wounds within my heart,
I let you go, taking with you all the parts of me that you despised,
Toward a new world—one that, to you, perhaps feels more beautiful and meaningful.

Farewell to the love that once turned me into a dreamer,
Now, I have become a stranger once more in a land I once held sacred,
And as your silhouette vanished around a quiet, deserted bend in the road,
I accepted the bitter reality: your world was never truly mine to possess.

PIER

(Track 5)

Now I realize it was all in vain—an empty illusion,
Placing all my hopes upon your shoulders,
For the space I called “home” was merely a place for a guest,
Left to grow cold behind a wooden door.

There is no longer any point in trying to win you over,
Or waiting for a greeting that feels stiff and withered,
For your heart is a vast, blue ocean,
Yet I am not the pier you seek to reach.

I cast off the longing that held me captive,
Ceasing to be a shadow forever left waiting,
Even if it means shattering into ash,
I refuse to remain trapped in your world any longer.

For I deserve a love that burns with passion,
Not merely a silent, begrudging tolerance,
So now, I shall walk away from you,
Because your world was never truly mine to claim.