Someday, someday.

I know you don’t really see my worth
You think you’re the last girl on earth
Well I’ve got news for you
I know I’m not that strong
But it won’t take long
Won’t take long

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Sometimes, sad words of love are so powerful that they simply pierce straight through your heart like sharp daggers. They strike us the moment you hear them. Each successive word cuts out a fresh, new wound. And even though the depressing music eventually dissipates into nothingness, and the playlist chooses a different song for us, the voice continues to echo inside the mind, still singing that melancholic song of love.

The music inevitably bring out the loneliness within you, carving out the empty spaces of your heart blanketed by the fake smiles on your face. Words fill those spaces, like a replacement for something that was lost, or an alternative for something that has never been chalked up. But then again, they’re merely words – a constellation of abstract imaginations connected by man-made letters, painted on the sky for everyone to witness.

Such love songs, painstakingly sculpted by other people’s peregrinations through experiences, trials, and tribulations, become the channel for another person to experience pain because of love. Although their experiences may be different from ours, somehow, we can easily relate to them. We read their lines as if we’re looking through our painful past. We hum along to the tune of their sorrows. We sing their music in our own little versions. In a way, their music becomes a reflection of our lives.

However, it ultimately becomes something more than just a simple mirror image. Consequently, we resort to using song lyrics to express our feelings. We allow our lives to be dictated by the beating of the drum, the strumming of the guitar, the keying of the piano, and the registering of the vocals. They’re not the exact same copy of our unfortunate life experiences, but they simply bring it all out from within us – the sadness, the grief, the regret, the pain. And they consume us so immensely, that our lives ultimately just become part of the music, rather than the music becoming just a part of our lives.