What could ever be,
What would ever be,
Whatever it may be,
It doesn't matter to me!
There is no debate
Fantasizing is hard to hate
But the more that I indulge,
my sanity further engulfs,
What's happiness?
now it's desperation manifest
You are all I want you to be,
Let the what ifs just be,
We have our present to forever be
whatever we ever want to be!
Sep 22, 2024
Sep 22, 2024 at 8:27 AM UTC
What could ever be,
What would ever be,
Whatever it may be,
It doesn't matter to me!
There is no debate
Fantasizing is hard to hate
But the more that I indulge,
my sanity further engulfs,
What's happiness?
now it's desperation manifest
You are all I want you to be,
Let the what ifs just be,
We have our present to forever be
whatever we ever want to be!
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