I sent you a letter written in white ink on white paper
expressing my disappointment.
 You read them aloud but still no one gets the allusion.
 So I'll keep on writing in this white ink subject to the
interpretations of the blind eyes
 That spends my youth in their ageless light
   I thought it was easy as telling the differences between
a pencil and a pen
 But somewhere along the way the letters fell away making
them the same 
The lacking change has crushed your essence
Our engagement always begin with concluding remarks and we
depart before the opening statement can even bring its point

You’d like to believe you’re the best but it’s just in
parallel to what the meaning says 
 I’m just that sad and lonely girl standing on the outside
of daydreaming
 Wishing to make it back in from this exile of your hope. 
One of these days you’ll face me again. 
But today I spent it eyes boring into your back
 Standing on the outside of reality begging to be let in