What if I’m just another idea formed in the mind of another loner like myself,
halfway across the globe,
face pressed against the windowpane,
staring into the pouring rain outside,
wishing i had somebody to call on.
halfway across the globe,
face pressed against the windowpane,
staring into the pouring rain outside,
wishing i had somebody to call on.
in the middle of the night like the hypothetical being I am
and instead of being only ‘an idea’ or a figment of her imagination,
i choose to actually go and cuddle with her under the covers,
where it is warm and nice unlike her cold world.
like she’d always wished somebody like me would, Look down at my hands and see…nothing?
What if, what you get is what you already got, stop keeping wait watch on the world change, maybe it changed whiles we sound sleep.
what if dreams becomes real, like many re stacked in their own nightmares.
and i enjoy pain, because sweetness become sour as am used to the feeling
What if, it all comes from within?
But I really don’t know how to explain it yet.
That’s why I can’t let you in.
What if, “Perfection is an essence to achieve?”
And it feels so good, can’t be wrong.
What if, I could take any things without been caught,
but whenever I take something,
someone innocent is being accused and convicted.
and sorry or let go, is just another greeting of let start a war.
What if, “Patience is a virtue?”
But I’m starting to learn how to get along.
the problem is if it not OK with me, then its not good enough,
and if that becomes your favorite then you re an alien.
If am psychologically impaired, then let me wake
This fire that’s burns deep within just won’t let me wake.
But it must in order for me to sleep.
And I’m starting to see, that all I have to do is believe in me.
