Joke's on Me

Backfired: All.
Reasons, justifications,
presumptions, the call for action.

Eveerything fell apart;
I spitted in the air,
it fell on my pride.

The joke's on me, my darling.
You knew that was impossible
for me to live without you;
the pain has been unstoppable.

What's going on with us?

What’s going on with me?

What’s going on with us?

Maybe it’s the custom, maybe the routine.

Maybe I’m not the only one recipient.

But it makes it even worse for my frail mind

to even fathom the possibility of more.

I excel in create imaginary worlds where

It is so clear to understand

what’s going on with you,

what’s going on with us.