Daylight approached, my darkest thoughts restrained, held up insist on being real
"Love must end in tragedy to be perfect", I am sure I have said something on the lines to "her" before
There's no need to pretend, our affairs where written in unerasable ink
So from the very day you decided to prolong the misery, I became your end
It's a foolish idea to think that you can control anything
Did the love of natural occurrences and phenomenons become so unpopular?
That you had to create your own sensation of love
Unable to ever let go...
You had actually said to me "In the beginning, hand in hand, we ride recklessly wherever we wish, like happy waves splashing on a vast ocean" ....but ultimately, we are bound to be smashed on the rocks. You had already foreseen "the End"
