You're the reason why I'm thinking.
What do you do when time seems to be passing by so fast? You are the reason why I'm thinking. At all times at the most inopportune, you come up in my mind. It seems so different and I'm curious as to why? Is it something inside me that is hindering me? Something inside me says, "You are missing something and you want it so bad?" Watching movies about serendipity and destiny. Is life all an amalgamation of things to come? Do we have to wait to see what could happen to us or do we have to go out and achieve tasks that we might have no hope?
In the night, I hear'em talk the coldest story ever told and somewhere far along the road, he lost his soul. This time, I wonder what it feels like. Baby, Baby when we first met, I never felt something so strong. No matter which way you go. I was walking with the ghost and I said, "please, don't insist." Close your eyes and just picture the scene. I got a lot to say to you. I notice your eyes are always glued to me. Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone. I'm not loving you the way I wanted to. But the vibe is wrong and that haunted me on the way home. And I'd give up forever to touch you cause I know you feel me somehow. Their tears are filling up their glasses. The dust has only just began to fall. The sweeping insensitivity of still life. We fall to the floor and the rest of the day stands still. I don't know what's worth fighting for or why I have to scream. I don't know why I instigate and say what I don't mean. I don't know how I got this way. I know it's not alright, so I'm breaking the habit. Tonight.
I hope it's worth my time. I don't want to be let down. I'll have to make my own luck and flip the cards in my direction.
0 comments:
Post a Comment