Michael Jackson's dead.
Suddenly, his songs are being played everywhere more frequently than ever.
This event has some relationship to what I'm feeling. A change. The feeling of something missing.
I kept listening to his songs on repeat mode for the following song:-
Another day has gone
I’m still all alone
How could this be
You’re not here with me
You never said goodbye
Someone tell me why
Did you have to go
And leave my world so cold
Everyday I sit and ask myself
How did love slip away
Something whispers in my ear and says
That you are not alone
For I am here with you
Though you’re far away
I am here to stay
But you are not alone
For I am here with you
Though we’re far apart
You’re always in my heart
Just the other night
I thought I heard you cry
Asking me to come
And hold you in my arms
I can hear your prayers
Your burdens I will bear
But first I need your hand
Then forever can begin
Ironically, I'm the one that went away, I'm the burden. But like the lyrics in the song, I am not alone. My actions made both of us suffer. I should be the only that should face the consequences. I'm the perpetrator. Why did I subject you to all these nonsense.
Trust is what I've lost. Big time. I don't know if I can ever win back her trust, or even half the trust. But I'll try. Just the other night, I really think I heard you cry. The crap that I did and put you through.
One day. Change.
