when i was waiting

why do you have to curse
when life is already tragic enough
how do i stop
convincing myself
that something magical and beautiful will happen to me

i go back to that stage
while i was supposed to save myself from
its a corny mistake

why are you giving yourself such a hard time
when everything else is already not letting you go
he is afriad of the insecurity too
maybe a lot more than you do

somewhere around our imagination and dream
lies a reality
more real to me than life itself
stealing mine away

when you come
instead of waking me up
we fall
not asleep
but in love