I wonder about destiny, I think about you and me.
When I think of love, i wonder what could have been.
It need not be an odd moment found in solitary
Even in a crowd, my thoughts, somehow, fly.
In my mind, i build up a whole new world brick by brick
Consciously letting my vain feelings play a mean trick;
The futility of this exercise does not daze me
That it will disappear in a whisper doesn't faze me.
My myopic subconscious rewrites our sordid history
Erasing the cycle of me hurting you, you hurting me.
As if wishing hard with all my heart can stop the sun from rising in the east
Like that, for us to have a happy ending, we need an utopia at the very least.
It would have been much easier if its possible for humans to change truly,
But that's a marketing policy to sell hopes to those who cling foolishly.
Yet here i am, staring at a blank screen, thinking about you and me
Pretending to be blind so that I don't have to acknowledge what I see.
Stubborn me keeps rebelling against the chains I have put on voluntarily,
Waking up everyday with a new reason to walk towards a delusional destiny.
