I think you depend too much
On wishful thinking.
I believe emotions don't mean shit
Until your heart starts racing.
Your touch, your taste
Trying so hard to match your pace.
Believing in this fantasy
Just so you can save face.
How does it feel
To know that you've fallen from grace?
What is real?
What is fake?
Can we take control now?
Will it be too late?
Are you willing to stay?
Do you want to run away?
©manga_hoe
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