The song, as you might have known or heard, is a huge hit.
Despite the painful memory it seems to have brought back, I've been listening to
it, just like, probably, you and others out there. It's been the hundredth time
already. It's melodious while at the same time stabbing too, for which reason I
dislike, for a short moment, the crew who's made this song happen. It hurts, you
know. The wound has just got better a bit and now it is triggered once again.
I've tried to suppress the fought-back pain. It ain't easy.
I listen to it and try to indulge, calmly, in its sublime-ty. Silence won't just work. The meaning is so strong
that I feel shaken, most of the times, as the tune drags on. Especially at nighttime when I try to
sleep. In a way, it's serenading. In another way, when the words shoot through, from my ears to my head, my chest pounds; chokingly. It's true. It's just too strong to
resist. So powerful. Why are you back? I know you listen to that too. I still
check up on Facebook. I've seen that. So that one specific night when, just like other days, darkness
ruled the world, I couldn't stand the song as I listened to it. Every words
stabbed through my chest and throbbed to my blood. I felt pain once again after
all these years I've been trying to get over it, moving on. Why would you come
back? Why would you leave in the first place? There were voices all over, in my head. I
couldn't sleep. The voices were too strong and loud. It ain't a fantasy. It's bombarding. It
almost exploded, I swear. It hurt. I wanted an answer, a satisfying one. I,
then, realized I didn't even stand a chance in the first place. I ain't even in
the game. There are too many things I want to ask. I want to know; answered. It's just childish wants, after all.
