knowing the date and time of your death and when you reach happiness ecstasy you remember your death
standing on a clif and you want to fall down but you know if you did no one will be there to catch you
living perfect happiness, perfect joy, perfect understanding, perfect feelings but you know its all fake
reading me like an open book, but feeling that you are not interested in this book
not missing you, or missing the good or bad times, not missing the smile, eyes, laugh but missing myself
wishing each moment you are mine, not wishing I’m yours coz I was!
wishing time would stop each time I’m with you to keep away from my death
waiting hell to turn into heaven… impossible