i.

By chance,
I'm really not that good at giving his thanks.

The moment is equal to the words I should say, but sometimes things never really add up,
And in my case no addition to the cause subtracts the total worth.

Please excuse me though I may tend to act up.

By chance, I wouldn't know how best to express myself,
Unless if I was somebody else or playing pretend on myself
I guess until I would only learn how to stop copying somebody else,
I can be my own self.

By chance,
I wouldn't know how to stop myself from falling in love.

And the chances of me not showing it aren't too many,
I do apologise baby,
My apologies are always so plenty.

But you and I will choose to play the game,
flattering ourselves that we were in love.
And yes darling feeding yourself dreams still makes you starve.


But why are we these beings,
falling to love.
Cause human beings can't function to love another if they can't love themselves.


ii.

But it can take the whisper of dark,
falling onto the cold nights,
that you may toss my comfort away from your side.

A slow measure distancing man from God,
in our case man from woman.

The butterfly knot would then be surely untied,
you wouldn't expect less of me,
Cause you'd expect me to tie a new knot of making you bride.

But my only possible fault,
being too afraid to commit
And one's added failure is to not point it out.

Still never distance yourself from these warm truths

Distance may let you grow,
cold and old.