I no longer blame it on heartbreaks, but now I blame it on myself.
The pain actually resulted from heartbreaks, but somehow I'm still lost within myself.
I'm not actually locked up in an ethereal realm,
But captivated in an ethereal sphere that consists of several realms.
Some are actually bound by thoughts, and others are actually bound by love,
But I seem caught between parallel opposites where thoughts now beseech love.
And now this is my daily spectacle, more than the loss of a broken soul,
The legend of emotional opposites is reborn every day I shed a tear, and it's hard to tell now where I might actually go.