i know that we will never be
and the image of us is only a part of my fantasy
someday all this is bound to end
and you will just be an unforgettable memory
i hope for otherwise, but i believe reality is not on my side
you'll change and so will i
to have known you was precious
he was unlike any other
but in the end you won my heart
and to call you mine would be my prize
you, it's always been you
i could deny and i could move on
but something keeps pulling me back to you
yet i know i shouldn't play with fire
and remember that feelings fade, and people change
soon everything will turn into ashes
and i'll be left with a faint smile,
with no less than a sacred memory.
170211, an orange desk
