I'm engaged. I bet you didn't know this...
She accepts it, but the fucked up thing is...
She's engaged too... but with another guy. It's not fake.
They were arranged to be together. I guess it's fate
and because she doesn't deny it she won't give me a kiss.
She is Life, and he is Death. Those are their alias.
I knew both of them since I was born.
In the circle of Life, who knew love triangles could form?
Knowing Death is poison and Life is the antidote,
it takes eras for the younger generations to realize, but the Elders know.
No peeking, no cheating
because to Death no one’s life is worth keeping,
but if he comes around trying to take my time,
gambling my life, with flash backs, hints and signs.
I hope he realizes that I started it all, that clef key to a sheet,
chilling on the staff, filled with angels as musical notes to that beat.
Try to play me slow or change the tempo, but I never choked.
I wish him the best because I left with a happy quote,
"knowing Life and Death cannot coexist without my birth,"
so I accept the end of all of us and let the mocking birds chirp.
My life is recorded not through film strips, but when the brain ticks,
Not through the camera flicks, but what the mind depicts
because points are 1-dimensional,
bonds connect in 2D forms and 3D views, 4D thoughts are minimal.
Talk about space, Death, why don't you give her some?
Life's not ready to set a date with you. Why are you so bothersome?
Let's be men about this because immortality is not in my vocab.
Apparently, you're not in the right state of mind. Check yourself in for rehab.
What's your motives? What's your M.O.?
What's mine? I just want time to find it in her. You love her, you should know!
I mean, of course you don't. I understand your suicidal thoughts apply,
defining love with brainwashing lies. Results will be a double suicide.
As for me, Father Time will judge it as a murder conviction without evidence.
Front page reads: "No proof. Cold case. Death plead for innocence."
I always breathe for Life, never leaving Life,
but I was obsessed with Death and that's why she had left.
She slipped away, and his trickery gripped like kicks.
Now, my heart is throwing hits, and I'm catching fast ones with no mitt
because I dropped third strike. Now, I'm left to die,
but I'm still here so I'm assuming I have a second chance for a new Life.