No Hero for the Martyr / Martyrdom

kung ending 1, “No Hero for the Martyr”, kung ending 2, “Martyrdom” lang ah.

I want to belong in your cold world.
I want to live there, and be imprisoned forever.
I want to be caged by your boundaries.
I want to lock myself up in your beating heart.

I want to crash like the car you drive.
I want to get worried when you’re still not home.
I want to be the bag you throw your furies to.
I want to be controlled by you.

I want to feel the hurt when you break down.
I want to feel the pain when I miss you.
I want to bleed for you.
Then I want to run out of blood ’til my marrows dry up.

I want my heart to skip a beat because of you.
And when it does, I want to run out of oxygen bit by bit.
I want to fall asleep with those eyes and never wake up.
But when I do, I want to be blinded by the stars I’d see in them.

I want your smile to kill me.
It leaves me hanging on for life; a collision of murder and birth.
I want to be broken because of you.
I want to fall and break then later be healed by you.

I want to die in your arms.
For those are the same arms that could bring me to life.
I want my heart to shatter because of you.
And be left like puzzle pieces you can put together.

I want things to fall apart because of you.
I know it will all then fall into place.
I want to be lost in your gaze.
I want to wander forever, until I starve to see you again.

I want to be burnt by the fire in your eyes.
Then be charred to ashes and be scattered to the sea.
I want to freeze when your lips gently touch mine
Then melt all the way and disappear.

I want to crawl on my knees and beg for an answer
I want to fade then reappear with the snap of your finger
I lay content with the thought of you being here
Even the air you breathe out can suffice me ’til dawn.

Ending 1:
I want to drown in your ocean of dreams
Where I am your every thought, every single reason to believe.
I want to be your everything.
But you want everything I am not.

So for now, let these all be wishes
Cried by an aching heart
Of a martyr seeking a hero
Oh, I want to cry, cry, cry.

Ending 2:
I want to drown in your ocean of dreams
Where I am your every thought, every single reason to believe.
I want my wings to be wounded by you.
It is with pleasure to be scarred by your hands.

I want to be your everything -
The morning, the night, the trees, the birds
The rainbow, the light, the dark, the earth
For in my world of held-back tears,
Even the tiniest grain of sand speak entirely of you.