Do you notice how ironic we have done
Creating an ache while happiness is what we want
Savoring every moment, however it last
Convincing ourselves to believe in lies.
We choose to always love the man
Whom in his love we know we are not in line
Waiting for something we know won’t arrive
Then end up crying late at night.
We always say, it is over
And maybe planned to move further
Yet we still stuck in this somewhere
Where we know idiots live forever.
We never listen to what our mind says
Because for us our heartbeat screams
Making us deaf and stay believe
In those things called impossibilities.
We are masochists in our every way
Creating the hurt that makes us bleed
We never stop loving, pretending and care
Even if we know it should end up here.