Let’s play a game. I promise it’ll be fun.
Let’s a game, promise me you won’t run.
Imagine – you never walked into my life and,
I never stumbled into yours as well.
Picture – a brand new me and,
An oblivious, unwary you.
Remember – the mixture of different emotions before I,
Finally found the one.
Believe – when you ask me this question I have asked it myself,
Twice.
Why?
Let’s play a game.
Let’s play a game.
Let’s play a game.
Oh, I wish I could call it a;
Game.
Do you believe in dream fairies? Do you believe in a dream come true?
I wish I believed, I wish you did too.
You can call me naive, maybe even stubborn. I don’t mind. All I really wish I had now is a little understanding, a little acceptance.
Maybe not acceptance, I know you accept me. But still. Acceptance. For who I was, am, and will be. The way he would. But you are different. Do you even know?
Could I take your words for real? Could I believe you? Or was it just my mind playing tricks on me again? I never forgot the tiniest details, they are still fluttering in my mind. Don’t say you didn’t mean it, because I remembered clear well when you first said it. I want you to mean it, even if you didn’t mean it. Do I even make sense? I swear, you are driving me crazy. Do you even know?
Psychopath. I am a psychopath after I met you. It could not have gone any worse, could not have gone any further beyond my reach. I can’t help myself. Do you even know?
It hurts when it’s not supposed to. I smile when I’m not supposed to. I think too much when I’m not supposed to. I try to piece everything together into an explanation, but I can’t because I’m not supposed to. I think it sort of just occurred. Do you even know?
Solitude. I can feel it in your bones.
Imagination. I think mine went overboard again.
Satisfaction. Forcedly tamed.
Crestfallen. Jerks in like a high-speed train.
I wonder, I ponder. Over and over again.
What the hell?
Do you even know?
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