Is he the one, or just well-dressed fate? A plot twist in heels, or my clean-slate mistake? (Fabula… Rasa…) Do I dare to write us down? Or leave the page untouched? Version One: He loves me like a headline Then ghosts me like a breeze Says I’m his forever Then forgets to bring the keys (Oh, déjà vu) We dance through red flags in disguise Till trust becomes a thin disguise And I rewrite my lullabies With tear-stained ink and alibis I’ve read this tale in paperback With dog-eared hope and spine gone slack (Flip the page) But maybe this time, maybe not The ending’s mine to twist the plot Please don’t be another fiction Wrapped in charm and contradiction Are you worth the words I hide? Should I speak or let them slide? If I tell you what I feel Will you hold it, will it heal? (Fabula… Rasa…) Or will you fold me like a lie? Version Two: He builds me like a castle Then traps me in the moat Says he’s just afraid to love But sails off with my boat (How poetic) We toast to “us” with empty flutes Then argue over stolen roots And I become a footnote ghost In someone else’s tragic post I’ve seen this film in black and white Where love burns out before it’s bright (Rewind, delete) But maybe this time, maybe now I’ll write a vow that fate allows Please don’t be another fiction Wrapped in charm and contradiction Are you worth the words I hide? Should I speak or let them slide? If I tell you what I feel Will you hold it, will it heal? (Fabula… Rasa…) Or will you fold me like a lie? No, I won’t be the cynic’s chorus Love’s no joke if it adores us Hope’s not weak—it’s just rebellious (And I’m done with fear’s thesaurus) He sees me in my silence And listens like a prayer He doesn’t flinch at shadows He’s simply… always there (Still here…) We build a plot with open hands No edits, masks, or reprimands And when I fall, he understands That love’s not perfect—but well planned [Final Chorus] So don’t be just another fiction Be the truth in my conviction You’re the one I want to write With no footnotes left to fight I will tell you what I feel Let it scare me, let it heal (Fabula… Rasa…) This time, I’ll stay inside the light [Outro] Fabula Rasa—blank no more I’ve inked your name across my core (Once upon… this time… for sure)
