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

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Is she jealous or angry?
That's the whole daamn thing
She's jealous for sure
The rest is her projecting

Find me laughing
Because it's so fuucking predictable
The "everyday" is everyday
But does that make the ending avoidable?

That's surely a possibility
But I'm not allowed to say I want to end it
Though the heart strings search out the fingers
Are those thoughts event independent?

I hate to admit it
But relationships are just a buffer
Maybe only a classic bowling lane bumper
Because you'll hate to know that know I am no longer finding that I'm stuck here
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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

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