just a little

it's annoying how people think you're fine
but they know you actually are not
yet, they still put you to the test
just to find out if their guess is right

they bring out old memories
they started to chant that old name--
the one you thought you were immune to
just to see if you would break, perhaps just a little

and it gets even more annoying
when the people who does that are your friends
the ones who were supposed to be more tender
the ones who were supposed to know that no matter what

no matter what....
your past is still capable of breaking you a little.

still

you've made me lose some parts of me
the sad and broken parts of me
you've opened up my eyes
you've opened up my heart

you've made me see the little things in life
with you, my nights are not so bad anymore
you've made me lose some parts of me
and i guess it is not such a bad thing

but at the same beat
you've made me lose my artistic part
the part which made me whole in the first place
the part which made me feel what everyone else couldn't

so, what am i now, with your presence?
have i become more whole--
or have i become more in pieces?