If I will ever love then it would be you
ripped brutally from my head and thrown onto my path
so I cannot outrun you, because you are worth it –
the pain that will undoubtedly come
and the lies that will be told
and even if I burn it would be for a reason.
It would be you because in the face of you
I cannot change, like seasons do
I cannot convince my heart to still
I have no will to stay away
and it’s my luck that you’re not real
because otherwise I would be ruined
and hopeless.