I ought to believe
That your heart is paralleled
With my veins that I look on to
Blood streaming you've cancelled

Things I look up to happen,
The plans I made carefully,
Destroying my inner senses
Without you knowing it internally.

My shattered belief
Never hassles me to the bore
Where you never drop an expectation
Frustrated like a kid in a toystore.

It's hard to act naturally
What else can I say
I must recalibrate my sensitivity
Oh, What a day.