they say it is what it is
but how did what it is become?
just suppose that the shaping of destiny
is our destiny
would you conclude that we bring it upon ourselves?
then we have to stay alive
to see how it ends?
i wish so much for a happy ending
but i don't have the wisdom to seek it
i don't have the emotional strength to believe in it
when i close my eyes to dream
there's so much pain underneath my chest
so much it conquers the strength of my hope
and faith in love.
my sunshine
my morning bird
my goodnight's kiss
my morning bliss
how could you?
do we live in the physical world we can touch
or do we live in the world we create in our mind?
what's the line between delusional and romantic?
if there's one thing I've learnt from the heartbreaks
suicide attempts and sleepless nights
it's that im not interested in dying.
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