Aurevoir, Bittersweet Dream
So sick and tired of worried thoughts running through my head.
I'm done thinking about you; the connection we had is dead.
Like when you're talking to someone on the phone and the line gets cut.
When it was someone you love who doesn't talk to you much.
I was shot mistakenly by Cupid's arrow, which was clearly meant for another.
But I refuse to lay here and bleed out, I know I'll make it through and recover.
I'm no longer a dying romantic, helpless when it comes to lies.
I should've known once you averted your glance, and wouldn't even look into my eyes.
I know that eventually my romance will be renewed, but for now here's to destruction.
Teenagers aren't fit for love, so cheers to my heart's reconstruction.
I shall now say farewell and wish all the best, to this mundane overdone routine.
Thanks for the memories I said I'd never regret, goodbye my hopeless dream.