Blinded by Anticipation

I was shaping a white dust, knowing it was built as a broken sand castle, If I could turn back time, can I handle those cruel times? Those days, we tried to be perfect and it turns out to be a broken promise. We shouldn't be this cruel to ourselves, right? Chasing for love till it slips through my hands, I kept transiently breaking while waiting, I just can't let go and say Im fine, I just want to stay in a place of shadow where I can't pretend Im not falling apart.