At first, the image of perfection, oh the behavior of deception, it was
unfeasible
As it grows, my love is stolen and I smile, as she runs into the open, it seems
unbelievable
But soon I feel her sorrow and I return time that's borrowed, I have to see tomorrow, she feels
unreachable
Maybe this is a lost cause, that's what they think, I stand aloft. Too stubborn to learn, I feel
unteachable
I seek for it
So long
And so long been so wrong
It's no harm,
but let's just say I'm relieved that I found this one
something has begun
I can only wonder what this something will become…
And then,
I choose to believe and that's when
Eight arms can't hold you,
Not as close as I want to
Our world spins
Time stands still
Fate aims its guns,
what's soon to become is soon to begin
You may fire at will…
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