Whatever will be, will be I guess that's what they call certainty A vague destiny But where does that leave you and me? A collective we We'll have to wait and see Due too love messing with thé Predetermined story
Have you ever said, Even internally, "I AM FUUCKING DYING!" Wanting it to be true but it never comes So you find that you're innocently lying What it this? Deaths missed kiss? Life mocking my last wish? Am I not allowed some kind of bliss? Common questions That have passed through many a mind and uncountable lips But ask for the answer And find emotion rear an ugly head creating an eclipse
first love is fun first breakup is pain second love is not trusted second breakup is normal third love you think you have love third breakup you never not love and you never have another