Perhaps it's my fault for not being open
When that is your way of affirming this ship
But what do I do when I just don't need to?
What do we do when we clash while we never did before?
What do I do to save us when you're happily moving on?
What do I do when all these changes are just my prayers coming true?
What do we do?
I'm sitting here in the middle of an empty park in the middle of an empty neighbourhood on a marble seat, thrown off by the strong wind and heavy rain- pelting my every fibre despite being under the shelter awaiting no response.
It feels so lonely, like i'd be stuck here forever.
With only plans of the future but uncertainty.
I guess this reflects life.
Sure we may be wet but at least we're taking sure steps towards our destination.
If we wait around not knowing when the rain will stop we would be waiting forever.
I guess advancement is worth the pain sometimes.
I always fall for the deceit
That your gaze yearns mine
I always think the wrong things
When your face's lit with a smile
I control myself from thinking
Yet this heart beats the same thoughts
