Can you really perfect randomness?
...Perfectly perfected randomness...
My heart was once a broken mess.
With many mini missing pieces.
And I've run out of glue.
But I told myself,
No more missing you.
It was all,
Like a dream in my head.
I hoped I would not awaken,
For dreams such as these should never be forsaken...
After a while,
I get bored easily.
I'm not saying that its hard to please me,
It's like Pac said, "I don't want it if its that easy"...
I'd like to think that I'm a smart girl.
Yet, when it comes to matters of the heart
In this, I am a novice.
My two decades seem like nothing.
Because as I get older
I find,
That with time,
I really don't know anything at all...
...Perfectly perfected randomness...
My life is sometimes an awkward mess.
A mess, that yes I helped create.
But is it my fate to keep reliving the same bad dream over and over?
I want off this roller coaster.
I wish I was a rocketeer,
So I could escape all of my fears.
I'd blast off into outer space.
At least there, I'd never have to see your face
Again.
Adios.. Adieu.. Buh bye..
One day I'll fly away.
...One day...
