An argument
Build on past mistakes
On assumptions, presumptions,
That what you thought wasn't what I thought
There are a few things i am sure of
I have been planning it since two months
Looking forward to it every single day
Waiting, waiting patiently, waiting impatiently,longing for you
I don't know what went wrong
But something always goes wrong in the end
And its inevitably the same old things recycled to hurt, to provoke
God knows why
As though something couldn't be made too perfect
Too happy,
There must be a fall to balance things out
Icarus rose only to fall again
So we are back again
As thought time hadn't healed us
We are back with the same dark wounds again
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