I know they talk in your head,
saying you've ******* up again.
You're a liar, you call it quits
and they put you to shame.
They wouldn't know your story,
it's one sided they've heard.
You wouldn't try to lay those cards either,
you wouldn't tell them you've been hurt.

Fate or destiny must have heard a prayer or two, it tried to intervene.
It made you cross path with another,
to show you the happiness he'll bring.
You held back a little,thinking this isn't what you deserve,it has never happened before.
Like it's too good to be true,
yet with faith you'd like to see what's in store.

They wouldn't leave your head,
they tell you how heartless you've been.
They guilt you in to walk back,
telling you this isn't what it seems.
And still you wouldn't budge,
you defy those voices in your head.
You shut them out from the walls you've built, you wouldn't let them interrupt fate.

And now you know, it's exactly the right thing to do.
This path crossed was written for you.
It's just you and him.
Defying gravity.

Some rainy day at home,
having small conversations in my head.
Little talks about life,
of its bittersweet and its rose of bed.
I've flew across the world,
many places and many kinds.
And as if God was speaking,
in the things I see through the corner of my eyes.
I see a world of wonders,
great beauty in sights.
The natural land, creations
and skyscrapers of heights.
And yet through all these richness,
I see another world engulfed by poverty.
Of sadness, of pains and hurt,
that can never be felt by the upper hand society.
I sit here in silence, ending my little conversation.
Can one single person really make a difference?
So I close my eyes and pray.
Heaven tell me, I can make a change.

You're sitting on the edge of the building,
with the vast skies ahead of you.
You see a blur of adventures ahead,
but still you've got the best view.
You're overwhelmned by this mixed feelings,
yet eager to hop on the rides.
Every dilemma you're sitting on,
makes every left feels right.
You've sat way up for quite awhile.
The time is right, now come on down.
You're filled with much uncertainties.
You're pinned down by your insecurities.
You've been down this road before,
head held high, in line with faith.
I'd say again, if everything has been written,
so why worry, we say.
You're sitting on the edge of the building,
with the vast skies ahead of you.
When you feel you're falling six feet down,
I'll be here, holding on to you.

She's hanging by a thread,
almost six feet down,behold.
Her heart is cold,
fifteen below.
She knew there was no fairy tale,
no happy endings in every book.
She merely thought you were different,
when she stopped with a second look.
You were that knight in shinning armour,
who took her by the hand.
And still the very same knight in shinning armour,
who banished her from this land.
As if intoxicated,
by some form of cruel potion.
What you had with her before,
was no cure for a little negotiation.
She'd read this book before,
too familiar for her own good.
She just didn't think it could be the same,
you seemed better than you should.
She's hanging by a thread,
almost six feet down, behold.
You know she'll hold the last laugh,
boy, you've been told.

Don't get him wrong,
it's not what you think.
He knows too well you're a fragment of
his imagination, an unreachable dream.
Not a second he'd thought ,
you'd care to glance this way.
Fred not, it's nothing,
hear not of what they say.
Words shoot like bullets,
out in this open space.
Save him some pride and dignity,
leave him some grace.
Like a barrier he'd built subconsciously,
he wouldn't step out there.
He care too much of what you'd think,
He care too much of those imaginary stares.
Don't get him wrong,
it's not what you think.
You're only ever close
to that fragment of his dream.

I could almost feel the ink
adorn on my skin.
The pain that stings my soul
deep within.
As I lie here with the painful pleasure,
I could sense a certain satisfaction.
Againt her will,perhaps his and my very own religion.
There I could see the ink
forming the word like this(__).
I know that aching desire's gone,
I'm finally at ease.

Sally falls asleep tonight,
with a thousand thoughts running inside.
But a thousand thoughts were all about you,
like a poem she'd recite.
Sally pieced a thousand thoughts together,
to match that pondering question.
Was the love all along at its very last station?
Sally could have saved some pride.
That bit of diginity for a lady to move on her ride.
Sally could have been up there.
For you to know her worth and care.
Sally could have played you out.
For you to feel insecure with doubts.
Sally could have kept you in.
For you to know on ocassions,
it's you she wouldn't bring.
Sally could have made you green.
For you to know the boys could run their hands
wilder than you'd seen.
But a thousand thoughts draws Sally back,
for her "could have", she never could.
She never got close to those thousand thoughts,
if only Sally would.