I didn’t want any attachments,
But I watched the red string of fate wrap around our fingers. Now this string has grown old, Worn out, And almost broken.
have grown old, Worn out, And broken
You moved forward and made something out of your life,
But I was tied to my past, Unchanging and halted and haunted by my demons,
And I didn’t move with it. I swam against that current, and it left me dying And dead.
I didn’t want to trust anyone,
But the wall I put in front of me crumbled, And I got attached, With strings wound around my fingers And around my ankles.
I didn’t want to trust myself,
But I put my faith into my hands, And it all melted away with my emotions, It seeped through the cracks in my fingers.
I guess I held on for too long.
I let myself down, Time and time again.
I didn’t want to trust love,
But our strings were tied, and I fell
Down, so far, into this dark pit of love. I was the princess and you were the prince, And I watched you fall in love With someone else,
Time and time again,
and the prince ran off with the wrong princess
I didn’t want to be alone,
But I hated the strings that attached me, To everyone And to you. So I sit with you in my solitude, Which we enjoy together, In its own comforting silence.
I never wanted to trust
or to be alone or to have any attachments
Now, the end of the sting that used to be so short
Has stretched out and weathered to a bitter remorse. What had seemed so strong was now Just holding on by the last thread
I tried to say goodbye
And cut the string, Just to get rid of the sadness and grief and pain
But it’s too late now
Our lives, Our hands, Our hearts Are forever bound by this red string of fate.