Yes it's slipping away, like sand through my fingers.
Yet another dream that will not come true.
I've come to think it was okay for this to happen.
I think I don't exactly care, not anymore.
I'm not sad, I'm not upset.
It just is.
It's alright really...
But what if in a heartbeat I could have it all realized?
Thoughts of you have died away a long time ago,
Consumed by a thousand other things; smothered.
Does it really matter?
Why have I lost the power to believe?
The world is divided in two categories.
Those who have a capacity for happiness,
And those who don't.
I think I belong to the latter.
Just never happy with things, not for a long while.
Always afraid something might go wrong,
Or just stuff start smothering me;
Like I'm trapped,
And the need to run burns so bright
It's almost impossible to resist.
But I wish it could stop...
I wish I could stay,
Just this once.
Get a taste of what it could be like
To belong to the other category.
Even for just a moment,
Just a second...
Just who the hell am I kidding?
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