Chances Of Chasing Me
"It's the chase that makes me thrilled about you. Tell me what are the chances for you to chase me?"
"It's the chase that makes me thrilled about you. Tell me what are the chances for you to chase me?"
It was the symphony I hated to hear but always been the melody I wanted to believe.
I'll only bleed with the cut your tongue created within the thoughts your brain chanted, wherein your mouth gave birth.
It's the mirage created by the eyes never interpreted by the brain. Stuck in the illusion called us.