A lullaby of love and loss

There’s something I wanna tell you
But I guess we’d be better off if
I keep my mouth shut
Maybe I’m born too early
Maybe you came in late
This song Diana speaks this irony
Serendipity is an apt description
That falls short to explain
What I feel in this context
And I don’t believe in fate
It reinforces my wishful thinking
And I don’t know I don’t know
What to feel anymore.
I’m about to explode
But I choose to implode to implode.
Serendipity is an apt description,
That falls short to explain
What I feel in this context
And I don’t believe in fate
It reinforces my wishful thinking
And I don’t know
I don’t know what to feel anymore.
I’ll write these words
In letters that I’ll never send to you.
Lullabies that I want to sing
Will never be heard.
I’m pulling the trigger.
I’m kicking the barrel.
I’m off to say goodbye. Goodbye.

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