We blind our reality...
By succumbing to our fanatasies
But now 'we' seems too far-fetched
Ur gestures , my approches seems ideal
Felt something ... again and again
Were u faking? Or i'm just a  stupid interpreter?
From dusk to dawn , all of my thoughts were envious 'cause u were running all over my mind
Is love really blind? or my vision is destorted and adulterated......