You’re Gonna Carry That Weight

 

What are the odds for me and you,

Both stuck with scars from what we knew?
The day you left, I lost my flower,
I know you'll carry that weight for hours... then forever.

At 3 AM in this haunted town,
Buildings reach up, while we fall down.
You and I, side by side,
Singing songs of Bosavana’s vibe.

I know you’ll carry that weight,
When you stole away my flower’s fate.
Even in your dreams, I’ll haunt your sleep,
I was the half you lost, the love you keep.

One day you'll return, with sorry words,
But by then, I’ll be too broken to be heard.
Though my heart for you remains the same,
We’ll just have tragic love, a fleeting flame.

In one night, we'll forget the pain,
Our bodies speak, though hearts remain chained.
We’ll let our souls briefly intertwine,
Just to escape the cruel design.

Life's but a fever, burning bright,
Our existence lighter than the night.
The universe, it doesn't care,
It expands, yet we’re fragile, unaware.

Still, we carry the past’s heavy load,
Washing our pain in life's routine code.
"One more day," we plead, so sure,
That time will heal, and love will endure.

But the flower you took, you'll carry still,
Through all the years, against your will.
And no matter what, in heart or head,
You'll carry that weight—forever, unsaid.