If everything happens for a reason why am I breaking inside
But this break is nothing but a figment of the sensory motion of my mind
I do not feel anything at all
But when I'm with you I don't feel so small.
Because these moments pass like seconds and I can't stop thinking about the time
Wishing it didn't pass and that we were suspended in it.
But everything has its limits and everything ends
It's a tragic little world we live in, isn't it?
So I'll try and find the beauty in this life and appreciate what it is before it leaves
And if you feel the same that's surely okay with me.
We are lovers and we are dreamers, we seek the impossible limit,
But, if it's with you I've already been in it.